No, no it's not.
I've been thinking about writing for weeks. Actually, I've had blog posts drafting in my head most days, but somehow I never make it to the computer and then all my beautiful and witty posts never see the light of day. Sorry, Reader(s).
First there was May, aptly named because in retrospect the entire month may or may not have happened. Sometime in April I decided that a road trip to Virginia was in order to see my little sisters graduate college (GO HOKIES!) and my other three siblings who descended upon my parents' house for the event. It was good times. We were all together, in the same house/city/state/country, for all of 36 hours. And then suddenly we were dispersed again.
The time there was fabulous, but it was a 20 hour drive. Yes, 20 hours. In my rocking minivan. With Sebastian and Audrey and Pixar movies to pass the time. There is a fine fine line between bravery and stupidity, but I was very clearly on the stupid side. I didn't realize that until I was 12 hours in, somewhere in Tennessee, hanging up the phone from making a hotel arrangement 100 miles ahead of me, and the sky opened up and rained on me. At that moment, I realized that both of my kids scream in their sleep on occasion and there was no way of predicting it on a rainy Tennessee highway. That moment is seared in my memory. I extended the stay at my parents' house for a few days just because I was dreading the ride back.
It was lovely and there were many stories, but I did a good job staying away from the computer, so I'll have to relive them in writing eventually... I hope.
So three weeks in Virginia and then Audrey got into daycare and, since we were paying for that, plus my kids were asking to go "home" (What do you mean, we're at my MOM'S HOUSE! That's HOME!), plus my little sisters needed some time to chill before starting their post-college life (sniff!), I decided it was time to bite the bullet and drive back to Texas. It took two overnights on the way back, but we got here. I hope I get the same amnesia about the long drive that I got after labor with Sebastian because the visit was definitely worth it.
By then it was Memorial Day and I logged into Blogger and went "SERIOUSLY???" and then went back off the grid. Or I posted, I don't know. I have a lot of drafts from that time, so they might show up. I know I posted a lot to Facebook and I'll probably put those over here because I like having a more searchable record of my parenting exploits, but I basically dragged myself into June trying to draft my road trip post in my head.
Of course, this happened to be the week that Audrey started daycare. This was a very very very good thing. We've been on the waiting list since AUGUST but I'm not going to dwell on that. Both kids have been super excited about getting back to school and Sebastian has been reminding me that I need to get a JOB so I can "buy money" and "get him toys." Jobs are where you buy money, by the way. This is where online banking has gotten us: my kids don't understand the excitement of a bank drive-thru and the rocking lollipops that come out of that chute. I need to join a local credit union whenever we move.
Her first week was hard (I have two draft posts about that, not even kidding) and I would hold her for waaaay too long when I dropped her off because she was crying and we all knew that I was taking Sebastian home to watch Netflix in his underwear while I did some laundry. Then her teachers asked when he was going back to school and I was like "HE'S ON THE WAITLIST, OKAY? STOP ASKING ME!" and they recommended I call the waitlist lady. She had a spot for him. He started preschool last Thursday. Alas, my everlasting summer break is drawing to a close, just in time for all my teacher friends on Facebook to start pumping their fists in the air to harold in the three month break.
All this meant that I got even more serious about my job search and my imminent PMP certification exam. Also, laundry and dusting. I feel like Harry Potter toward the end of the Deathly Hallows, when he's seen all of Snape's memories and he's walking through chaos in silence, listening to his own breathing and heart-beating and being like "What have I done with my life? How did I miss all of this?" My time at home is coming to an end (I hope, I still don't have a job), and I keep looking around my house like "What is this clutter? Why haven't I read this book? How did I not take up running or something in seven months of nothing but time?"
It's all very boring, you know, the things I have to talk about these days. Aaron comes home and I'm like "I made the bed and did the dishes. Did you see how awesomely shiny our sink is?" and he's all "Yeah... you do that every day." Because I do. I do that (almost) every day before lunch and I still act like I should be served a Nobel on a silver platter when I see him, but it's partly because I know that if I have to commute an hour each way to work, I won't see a shiny sink for months. Also, if I stand and admire my shiny sink, it keeps me from having to look at the laundry. Oh my gosh there will never not be laundry in my life.
And so tonight, it is a Friday, and I am drinking wine while Aaron is cutting some bowls out of this wood he got today. The kids finally went to bed - Sebastian bored himself to sleep on the first page of his Thomas the Tank Engine book, which was completely understandable because he decided to sound out the word "Thomas" eleventy-thousand times and was sick of the entire book before he could move onto the second word. I read no verbs tonight and would have been out on nouns too if I kept my mouth shut during the title reading.
Part of the reason I mention all of this is because it is now almost officially halfway through June and I'm starting to get my head together, but had this writer's block about my blog. Maybe you
But, you know, I was thinking about writing.
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