Blink Blink Blink

A blinking cursor. Mocking me. You don’t have anything interesting to say, it’s telling me. Who really wants to hear the mundane details of your boring little life?

Blink blink blink.

Sometimes, I listen to that annoying little cursor and I close my new post window without writing a single thing. Sometimes, I don’t.

I remind myself that this blog is as much for me as it is for anyone else. I want to be able to look back, many years from now, and remember what it was like. Remember when my daughter was just a tiny baby. Remember the mundane and stupid details of my life. Maybe I’ll never do anything truly spectacular. Maybe I’ll never publish a book. Maybe I’ll only be remembered as a mother. I’m trying to accept that. I still want to remember


In that spirit. A brief recap of this past weekend in bullet form
  • Lorelei completely freaked out on me Friday night. Everything I did made here scream. I would try to feed her, she would scream. I would change her, she would scream. I would try to put her in her crib, she would scream. I would hold her, she would scream. I was so close to losing it since I was at home by myself, but by some miracle and after many tears – hers and mine – she still was in bed by ten. Phew.
  • Saturday I managed to leave the house and run a few errands before noon. A miracle considering the night before. I also managed to do a bit of cleaning because…
  • Julie came over to knit. Whee! We watched Zoolander and Elf and Lorelei spent most of that time napping so I managed to get mostly done with one of my belated Christmas scarves.
  • Yesterday was pretty chill. Took a three hour nap – probably accounts for all the trouble I had getting baby to go to sleep last night – and then hung out with Desiree for a few hours.
  • It’s worth noting that I have some pretty awesome friends. They knew I was going to be pretty lonely and stressed with Brian being gone and me being sick (I’m much better now, thank you) and I had lots of offers for help and company.
  • Thirty-six hours till husband returns. I really miss him.
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About Kirsten

Wife, mother, writer and all around knerd. Maker of cookies, scarves and really big messes.

Posted on January 25, 2010, in Musings, Notes and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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