Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Dutifully writing more.

Must. Write. More.

And not for you, for me. Though I'm sure some of you probably think it's nice, too.

I skimmed back over my entries from when I was in college and I was amazed at how much I wrote. And wrote mostly about things that were really kind of silly and pointless. But I enjoyed doing it, and obviously some people enjoyed reading it.

Now I am married and a mother and a Grown Up. So maybe one reason I don't write is because I feel as though I should save my writing for something more important than sharing how Elaine is potty training herself or how Val built a "super gun with two lasers" out of her blocks.

I think I'm going to go to a 12-step group. For internet addiction. Ha, I wish. (Or maybe not.) It's actually codependents anonymous. Don't you just hate that word? Codependent? Ugh. And yet... I'm pretty sure I'd benefit from the group. And now that I've said it here I have to go. Blog accountability! (Think you know what "codependent" looks like? You might be surprised.) The move (and ensuing stress of figuring out how to live in a new place with new routines and new people) is definitely triggering my depression and anxiety and I want to make sure I'm doing work on ME to be able to handle it as best as I can. I'm still in occasional counseling, too, and that's good.

Elaine, Val and I left Bible study early in order to go see their pediatrician. Elaine seems to have be having an increasingly difficult time hearing us. Turns out she has an ear infection in each ear. Hooray. Mom of the year award for me. So glad I decided to get it checked out instead of assuming it was just a phase. At first I thought it was just because she was getting an answer she didn't like or an explanation she didn't understand. What really got me thinking something was wrong was when she'd shout, "HUUUUUH?" to Val as they played together and Val would repeat herself until SHE was shouting too... then Elaine would get it and exclaim, "OOOOOOoooooohhh." It was really cute, but the POOR GIRL. Hooray for antibiotics, though she has been taking them far more frequently than I would prefer!

*resisting the urge to backspace the entire entry*

Does anyone want to give me guitar lessons in exchange for baked goods? I've been practicing my chords and awkwardly putting them together into halting, poorly-sung songs. Fortunately my audience is fairly forgiving as long as we end up singing Old McDonald (with or without the guitar but ALWAYS remembering the goat and cow.)

I'm really looking forward to living in a smaller space. I like our apartment floor plan a lot, and am quite pleased with the kitchen. The last cloud of uncertainty hanging over me is our neighbors... I hope we will all get along and understand each other, particularly the people living below us! I really wish I could hang out in their apartment and have Val and Elaine do all their typical full-volume and full-energy things and see how bad it is, because I have no way of knowing which things are more highly annoying than others. Anyhow, it'll turn out the way it'll turn out and worrying about it isn't going to make anything better.


  1. Just finished reading several of your blog posts. I really love reading what you share with us. You write as much with your heart as you do with your fingers. I admire that.

  2. Poor Elaine. If it makes you feel any better, I used to get ear infections all the time as a kid and my mom wouldn't know until they went in for my well-child checkup and they'd be like, yeah, she has infections in both ears, so she got to feel like Mom of the Year, too. And I turned out fine and still think my mom's awesome. ;)