May is always a tough time for us. Polimom’s AC (Adorable Child) is a swimmer, and that translates into chaos about now, because on top of the usual end of year school “stuff”, she’s also swimming five days a week.
Add to that a couple of unexpected twists, and Polimom has hit a crisis in terms of time and focus.
I haven’t abandoned all yet, but I’m trying to weigh options and commitments — hoping to find a way to balance the demands of family without shutting down both blogs.
So – if things are a bit sporadic at the moment, that’s why. Just wanted you to know…
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