It's the same old stuff, you know, work piling up and all that. Plus my mom came to visit and it takes all of my energy and creative resources to simply tolerate her presence in my house for 8 days -- there was none left over for writing. 8 days, actually, is a rather short trip by my mother's standards, and for that I was grateful.
Sometimes I look up from whatever it is that I'm doing and realize "I have 5 kids" and I wonder how that happened, but most days are just a blur of nursing and working and food preparation and driving. Everybody's still alive, though, and that's what really matters.
Have a great long weekend, for all of you who get one.