Apparently, I’m highly motivated by guilt,

and a delusion that I’m more popular and interesting than I really am.

I received this from my sister the other day:

“So I have been stalking your blog about a week now because my life is so mundane that I have to derive entertainment out of your daily activities. And do you know how disappointing it is to see that the occurrence of new updates have been far and few in between. I know you have a busy life with like 6 kids...just joking, 5 kids...and a husband, but come on. Please just update like every other day - I don' think that is too much to ask.
Your loving sister”

So, here I am.

Writing a blog post.

For a sister.

Who could call.

Anytime.

Any.time.

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The past few weeks have been a KHP {Katie Humbling Project}.

I was getting super kind of tired of the endless:

floors to sweep,

dishes to wash,

meals to prepare,

kids to bathe,

chickens to feed,

phone calls to make,

toys to pick up,

books to read,

furniture to dust,

beds to make,

laundry to sort, wash, and then fold,

diapers to change,

arguments to resolve,

Elizabeth informing me my rolls weren’t homemade because I had used the bread machine to make the dough,

{Are you kidding me right now?  I went out, into my backyard, to the chicken coop, that Bryce and I built, with our bare hands, and got a free-range egg, from a chicken I raised in my kitchen, ohmygoodness: white, hot, fury.}

and groceries to purchase….you get the idea.

I’m sure we all have days, weeks, months, or moments that are like that.

{Where is the pomp and circumstance, I ask you?}

In conclusion, I was feeling pretty bad for myself.

And then I got sick.

Really sick.

Like crying at the dinner table sick.

Super awkward.

For a good couple of days.

Anyway….

I’m all better.

{Thanks for asking.}

And it turns out, my life doesn’t stink.

Not one little bit.

Nothing like being at death’s door to remind me of that.

{Which sounds like an exaggeration, but let me assure you, I NEVER exaggerate.}

Plus, I’m pretty sure while Bryce was playing Mr. Mom, it was brought to his remembrance how awesome I am.

{Bonus.}

Katie