It's Official: I am a terribly uncommitted blogger.

Between family, work, friends and a seemingly unforgiving calendar, it's just not as easy to find time to write as it used to be.

I'm looking at you, Peyton J. Rood.

I used to at least be able to sit down and write after the ginger child was asleep, but since he has decided that my bed is, in fact, HIS bed and won't go to sleep any other way that I can commit to taking the time out for...and the computer has many many many "butties" (buttons) that he can't keep his hands off of...I find myself only able to check and update facebook and twitter on my phone which I can more effectively keep out of reach.

Also, I'm dog-sitting for my former co-worker this week, which adds a whole other element to the fray. When Man-friend was over last night, we found ourselves sitting on the couch with a puppy, a recently-bathed almost two-year-old watching "Aladdin."

The exciting life of a 25-year-old single mother. Eat your hearts out.

All of this said, I found a strange sense of renewed self...I'm not sure what to call it...worth? interest? indvidualism? Something! This came about yesterday as I was booking in and creating an agenda for my short 3-day trip to Colorado next week. The trip was originally scheduled as a an opportunity to see current best-friend, former boyfriend, and future celebrity perform in "Chicago" - the first time I've seen him perform since he was in high school! Getting to see him on opening night next week will be really special, but what's going to be, potentially, even MORE special is that outside of that one evening, I have all of this other TIME to do things. By myself. Just me. No kids, boyfriends, friends, parents, siblings, etc. etc. Just me.

I'm not sure I remember the last time that happened. Naturally, I have filled the time to the brim but...but I'm so excited to do these things BY MYSELF. Maybe I'll meet some new people and enjoy the fleeting moments of conversation with strangers I'll probably never see again. I'll enjoy seeing a show and laying in the hotel rooms BY MYSELF. I didn't realize how much I was craving some "alone" time.

So, I'm arriving in Denver at something like 7:30 in the morning, renting my first car as a newly minted 25-year-old driver (a jetta!!!), then driving into Denver where I plan to shop, find some place fun to have lunch and then am going to see a performance of "South Pacific" at the Denver Center (where I have seen "Proof" and "Hamlet" on earlier visits) before heading up to Greeley to the Sod-Buster Inn (the first B&B I've stayed at...well...ever!)

I'll see "Chicago" Thursday night with all of Anthony's family and then don't have any huge plans yet for Friday. Never trust a boy to have plans in the works...even though he does have a girlfriend/fiance/future wife. I think it's possible she's even less of a planner than he is.

It's funny becuase I've been very thoughtful regarding my own personal flaws and idiosyncrasies lately and it's making me very thoughtful and perhaps more objective about some of the people in my life who I have been too close to in the past to judge accurately. Interesting stuff.

Oh growing up.

No promised on a more committed blogging schedule - except that I might be able to do it from CO next week while I'm relaxing in the mountains.