It’s been quiet around here. Any guesses why?
a). I’m terrifically bored and lack anything interesting to say.
b). The kids are slave drivers and keep me too busy to blog.
c). As the only people on the planet who never watched Lost, my husband and I (stupidly) decided to watch the entire show from episode 1 to episode [gulp] 120.
The answer is (c).
Crazy, right? Believe me, we have regrets but we can only move forward at this point and make the best of it by consuming good popcorn and excellent beer. This Lost madness has left little time for late night blogging. *
Truly, this admission is the most pathetic thing I’ve ever written on this blog! Readers are leaving in droves now.
To woo you into remaining and to force myself to follow through, here are some upcoming posts:
- When your doula is not invited
- Hiring a doula as protection
- A review of the Grovia trainer
- Cedar turns three
- “I will not have a homebirth.” Oops.
- My continuing refusal to be a homeschooler
I’m certain you’re all on the edge of your seats.
Meanwhile, my old fallback:
Adoring: Cedar’s lisp. Especially when she says, “Smell these flowers, mom.” Flowers sounds like flylersh.
Listening to: A mix of broadway and I-don’t-know-how-to-categorize Trampled by Turtles. Norah fancies the first. Especially Cats. Cedar will dance and bellow for hours to the second.
Seriously. Watch that clip. It makes me fret that the fiddler is going to collapse.
Proud of: Norah’s art. She draws constantly. She still isn’t very interested in reading but her sketches are amazing.
Never Leaving Home Without: Hmmm, I don’t have many necessities lately. A map app? I’ve had some prenatals in unknown territories.
Learning: for the 15th time, how to thread my sewing machine. It is pitiful, really. I only use it to sew rice socks. Meanwhile, why are sewing machines so complicated? We progressed beyond the printing press and the butter churn. Why is the sewing machine still so complicated! Also, I need to learn to knit again. I was at a birth recently that very much needed knitting. Remember, I never produce anything. I only knit in circles. Perhaps someone could cast on and get me started again?
Appreciating: an amazing massage I received from Blissful Massage Therapy last week. Hot stones, loving hands, and a listening ear. My body and soul felt serene. And I felt somewhat selfish when I left as if she had taken some of my stress into her hands.
Nostalgic about: Autumn. I realize it will come again soon. Still I’ve missed it. And each Autumn, I remember skipping school to drive to Highlands, NC with my boyfriend. We would drink fancy hot chocolate, window shop, and dream. We still return each year to buy a single Christmas ornament but it is different now. And the hot chocolate shop is gone which has left a hole in our lives.
Reading: The Birth House, The Happiness Project, Stalking the Wild Asparagus, “I Love You” Rituals, Rootabaga Stories, and a bazillion old books for Norah.
Buying: building materials for Scott’s workshop remodel. Wow, wood is expensive!
Drinking: coffee, of course.
Working on: organizational structuring and plans for Upstate BirthNetwork. Norah will be attending a fine arts program which will give me a weekly day in the UBN office to work. If I could work it out so Natalie would be there, too, then Cedar and Naima will play while the mamas work.
Wishing: for a shorter commute for Scott. Miles and miles he drives now that his office has moved to Mauldin.
Giddy about: my friend who is soon welcoming her Airman home!!
Feeling: a familiar dissatisfied tug. A feeling of impending change. Go back to outside-of-home work? Sell the house? Buy a yurt and move to an intentional community? Go paleo? Adopt a pygmy hippo? Exercise? Paint my toenails? Put the kids in school? Try a new recipe?
Missing: oh, my sister, my baby sister. I hate when she’s sick and I can’t be there. It makes me walk about distracted and irritable. And my nephew turned TWO! And also, they are healing at that lovely spot in Thailand. Really, I need to go take care of them. And eat yummy Thai food.
Grumpy that: I say “yes” much too much.
*NO LOST SPOILERS! That would be cruel and too awful to comprehend.