Under Pressure

(Note:  I tried to figure out  how to add music to this post, since I keep hearing Queen's "Under Pressure" playing when I think about typing this.  Obviously, I failed.  I have no idea how to add music.)

We're back in Singapore.  At home.  Yes, Home.  One of us has trouble calling Singapore home while the other has no problem whatsoever with that.  Any guesses which is which?  I might send a prize if you get it right.

 It's taken me longer to get back into the swing of things than it should have.  Perhaps it is the extra winter clothes we returned with that don't yet have a home.  Or, maybe it's the pile of Christmas junk presents that my kids received that need to be put away.  There's a chance that it's the birthday party details that keep derailing me.  Or maybe it's the fact that we've unplugged (figuratively) the TV, and B3's cries of "Mooeee" have been replaced with "Mommy!  Pay ME!" (play with me!). The joy of pottytraining an unwilling subject just adds to our fun.  Whatever the cause, all of the blog posts in my head haven't yet made it to the screen yet.  Be patient. 

Three months ago, I wouldn't even have acknowledged the hiatus.  That was before we went to Georgia for Christmas and I heard, repeatedly, comments like these:

• "Love your blog!"
• "I quote your blog at work."
• "Some of my friends read it every week!"
• "She asks me nearly every day - 'Anything new on the blog?'"
• "Keep up the blogging - we enjoy it!"

It was a little startling and unexpected.  I thought you were just being nice.  Then, just today, I've heard one "When will you write again?" during a Facetime chat, and I had one "Will you ever blog again??" email
Uh Oh.  See why I needed the "Under Pressure" theme song for today? 

I had no idea anyone would read.  Honestly, I'm surprised you do.  And I wonder who you are?  . I just checked, and there have been 107 visits to this little blog since 01/01/12, and there's been nothing to see. Who ARE you?  Let me know; leave a comment.  I'm a little freaked out by the fact that anyone whose last name isn't Patton or Marion is even slightly interested. 

Anyway, the adventures will be chronicled once again very soon. I need to tell you about German Christmas fairs, Christmas eve bonfires, The top of the Eiffel Tower, and jet lag. About monkeys and red envelopes and Barbies and John Deere Tractors.

But now, I've got to go find a home for some of those Winter clothes and a find a home for a little Christmas tree that we neglected to pack up last weekend.   I've also got to think of a reasonable explanation for the "Why" I've been asked twice since last Sunday, when I told AK that no, she could not wear her new tiara to Sunday School.  Any suggestions?