I have not, in fact, fallen off the face of the earth.
I have not had much sleep in the past two weeks.
I have not done much house cleaning.
I have not mowed my grass.
I have not taken many pictures.
I have not baked bread.
I have not caught up on my scrapbooking.
I have not written the thank-you notes from my last month's to-do list.
I have not ironed the ever-growing pile of clothing in the laundry basket.
I have not sent my niece her birthday present that is now two days late.
I have not given my boys haircuts in so long they are beginning to look like they're in style instead of looking like clean-cut farm boys.
I have not weeded my flower beds.
So what have I been doing?
Popsicle fetching, Tylenol dispensing, kid cuddling, doctor consulting, child soothing, t-ball cheering, cattle moving, vacation Bible school planning, church decorating, supplies shopping, baby chick feeding, supper cooking, bill paying, sunblock applying, bug spraying, child bathing, laundry folding, family visiting, column writing, wondering when this craziness will just. slow. down.
And just when I thought I could not handle another morning with two kids crying because they hurt, it stopped. They felt better. They played, they laughed, and they went the entire day without needing pain relief.
Tonight, I can sleep without worrying about my two littlest kids being in constant pain. Instead, I'll nod off while trying to remember what I have forgotten to do in planning for vacation Bible school, which begins tomorrow.
It's going to be a good week. I can feel it. As long as I don't define "good" as being caught up on laundry.