802 Posts. 15,750 Comments. Three and a Half Years of Free Therapy, Giggles, Deep Introspection, and Friendships that Have Affected Me in Ways Innumberable.
What a ride.
I’m using it to hide though. Not in the way I did when I first started, when blogging consumed so many of my waking hours that there seemed to be time for little else. I’ve found a better balance since then. I no longer post daily. I no longer read a hundred blogs a day.[...]
Archive for December, 2009
Dear Garage,
It was particularly spiteful of you to clip the side view mirror like that yesterday. Just because I invade you on a daily basis and briefly fill you with noxious fumes is no reason to get nasty! I tattled on you but Neil has refused my request to have you hazed to the ground. Apparently I overestimated the power of my womanly wiles. He claims to believe it was my fault, but I know the[...]
So a couple months ago while I was languishing on my parents’ couch on bed rest, I came to a decision. Despite the fact that I yearn to write, become the most mopey and miserable of mums when I don’t, and that I’m determined to be a published author someday, I decided it just “wasn’t the time.” To everything a time and a season I told myself. Now is the time for homemaking and child rearing[...]
I think too much. There. Wasn’t that nice of me? I gave you the answer so you don’t have to read the following drivel to figure it out. It’s true though. The quiet hours of baby snuggling and milk pumping are taking their toll. I can’t shut the darn thing (i.e. my brain) off.
One thing I’ve been mulling over is that I need to stop testing people. It hit me the other day[...]
We are taking turns, you and I. It is a tricky duet. We have found a precarious balance between your part and mine. Here a little, there a little. First I sleep, then you. It keeps us sane. Helps us cope. And I can feel grateful for the pattern our life’s music has assumed.
And yet, like the oh so human human being that I am, I am discontented. I miss you. [...]
So apart from convalescing and dealing with various baby bodily fluids while missing out on sleep, I spend a lot of time just staring at her little face. This might not sound like the most intellectually stimulating activity (well hey, it’s not), but it makes me grin so big it’s a wonder my face hasn’t cracked.
I thought I’d share my bliss. You may want to skip this one if baby faces bore you. Then again,[...]
