That time you took a summer blog hiatus to spend more time interacting with your people than writing about them.

Followed by that time you just never returned to the blog because it turns out practicing presence with precious, perpetually-growing-up people and their super fun and fantastic friends is WAY “mo’ betta,” as Super-Spouse would say, than writing way-too-long love notes to the internet.

Guilty.

Last week, I picked up my 7th grade Odyssey-team-turned-virtual-co-op-turned-back-Odyssey team in Mom Beast Bus after school.

“Mrs. Cuthrell,” they all started simultaneously exclaiming as they talked over each other while loading their chrome books and instruments and book bags and lunch boxes and all.the.things. that make me the most hated woman in the this-van-will-never-move-because-she-just-took-home-half-of-the-lunch-room car line. “We pulled up your blog in class! We got everyone to subscribe! Their only question is, why have you not written anything since June?!” (Self-imposed take-away: I mean, it’s not like you have a real job!)

Hello, Ms. Masley’s entire 7th grade classroom. So nice to meet you! That would be because I’m a former journalist who thought she could become a blogger but who Jesus then called instead to be an incessant driver of humans in 15-passenger vans. And also a grocery store frequent flyer. Because Aldi carts are not big enough for an entire week of food in this all-boy home.

Where does my week go now that I’m unemployed and have four superheroes in school for the very first time ever?

Great question. I have no idea.