I came here expecting to find the place littered with old beer cans and cigarette butts. It floors me to think that baby D is 6 months old – and the experience of infancy in the fast lane is so deliciously novel to me, it merits celebration. This because I still remember all too well how it felt to have. finally. actually. made it. through. the first 6 loooooooong months of g’s existence. At that time it felt like a triumph that he was still alive but I was only barely convinced that I was.
This time? Well, I am tired! As in so tired that I would probably offer the entire contents of our savings account to anyone who promised me a couple more hours of uninterrupted sleep at 5 am most mornings. Life on our own with two little ones is challenging and exhausting. But I need to add to that the fact that I’m doing well. In fact, I would even use the word happy, in the underlying existence is a wonderful privilege kind of way rather than the skipping down the street while whistling sort of way (I don’t have much energy for skipping these days).
I am really grateful to those of you who have checked in with me during these long months of silence on my part. Had I actually intended to step away from this blog, I would have come in and shuttered the windows and said my good byes. But in reality, I always expected that I would find the time to write a post – tomorrow. One thing I like about this lifestyle is that, while I am physically occupied more hours in a day than I deem to be safe for human health, there is still plenty of time for thinkin’. And thinkin’ leads me to watin’ to share and discuss – and blog. And there he is, baby D, awake after a full 46 second nap, as usual. So I will see you back here, ahem, tomorrow.
I’ve missed you!