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It’s been nearly two months since my last post. And I call myself a writer? Sheesh. Most writers write every day because they have to - it’s something inside them that has to get out no matter what. But what have I been doing with my time, you ask? Struggling to stay above water, that’s what.

I work for myself as an internet marketing and social media marketing consultant and as a freelance writer. In less than two weeks, I start a new gig as a part-time English instructor at the community college here in Reno.

I also manage my husband’s mixed martial arts (MMA) fighting career and that of the 10 or so guys we have that train under my husband. We were thinking about opening a gym but have decided to keep it right where it is - in my house. Except now we’ve moved from the single-car garage to the entire basement.

Oh yeah, and I have two wonderful children that I work the hardest at to raise into happy, healthy children that love and appreciate life and all its intricacies. We planted tomatoes this season and check every day to see the progress. We go on long walks in our amazing neighborhood and go swimming nearly every chance we get.

And, when Miles feels like it, he’ll play hide-and-seek without telling me. I freaked out after I couldn’t find him for five minutes, so I called 911. I found him 30 seconds later, hiding in my car. The cops showed up and searched my house, making sure I wasn’t cooking a pot of meth on the stove I guess.

Just five short days after that bad mom experience, I took the kids and the dog for our morning walk. This time, I thought I’d be smart and fix Doug’s leash to the stroller before hooking him up. For two blocks, it was great: Doug was helping me pull the stroller, and Miles was getting a kick out of having his dog so close. A neighborhood dog - and friend of Doug - was off his leash and came up to play. They’re both BIG dogs and pulled Amelia’s stroller over, causing her to hit face-first on the pavement. She has a fractured nose, a ruptured mucous membrane, and a dislocated septum. We’ll know next week whether or not she needs surgery.

So, that should explain my two-month hiatus. I’m not one to make excuses; I just like to point out facts. I’m way too busy to do anything for myself, including writing, and that breaks my heart.