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Why didn’t I post today?
I intended to when I woke up.
I mean, yeah, I had to deal with breakfasts for myself and everyone else. And there was coffee to make.
And Star Trek The Next Generation was on, an episode that I don’t think I’ve seen before; either that or I haven’t seen it in twenty years, which is essentially the same thing.
Mmm. Patrick Stewart is sexy.
But why didn’t I post?
Okay, so I never get any writing done while the baby is awake. He demands stories, and wrestling, and block-building, and boo-boo kissing. So that takes time.
And then the nap time routine takes up time as well, with all the nursing and storytelling and brushing of teeth and singing.
But once he was in bed, shouldn’t I have written something?
After I had more coffee, of course. That goes without saying.
And oh, you guys. Your blogs today were all so GOOD. I mean, I had to read them all.
I had to comment on them too, of course. I wouldn’t want my blogging friends to think that I wasn’t reading their posts, and just pressing the ‘like’ button seems so impersonal. I try to do that only if I have no time at all.
Wait! What’s that noise? Dammit. There’s a cat vomiting somewhere. Grab the paper towels and the carpet cleaner, they ALWAYS puke on something porous and stainable.
Now, to write something!
Oh no! I haven’t checked Facebook yet today! Now I have to catch up on news stories (can you even BELIEVE what that guy said? Outrage!) and life stories (OH. EM. GEE. My college roommate’s new baby is a-DOR-able!) and story stories (more blogs to read? Yes please!)
Oops! I was supposed to do some laundry. But I have to rewash what I put in the washer two days ago and forgot about, because of the stink.
So why didn’t I post today?
But there’s nothing to eat. Maybe if I stare into the refrigerator for fifteen minutes, something new will miraculously show up.
Nope. Peanut butter and jelly on bread ends, then.
Whoops! Baby’s awake!
Baby’s awake? Seriously? Where did the time go?
Okay, I shove the remaining sandwich into my mouth. Writing will just have to wait.
Change the diaper. Lunchtime for the baby, now.
Man, waffles take forever to toast.
Alright. He’s fed. Now for the cleanup.
How did peanut butter get THERE? Clean that up.
And the child is screaming and pointing at the door. Why?
Oh. The recycling truck is outside and he wants to go watch it. Drop everything to bring him onto the porch to wave at the recycling guys.
What a beautiful day it is! Okay. Throw on some clean clothes and grab the stroller, it’s time for a walking adventure!
Meet our friends B and S at the swings. Fun! This kid loves the swings!
Strike up a conversation with another woman at the park. Look at me, making friends!
Never mind. She just asked if I’m expecting again. Now I’m mad. Okay, so this jumper is unflattering, but still. Were you raised by wolves? Have you no sense of common courtesy? You NEVER ask a woman if she’s pregnant! Never!
“No. Oh, look at the time! We need to be moving on. It was nice to meet you!” Grr.
B and I take the babies to the bar to drown our sorrows. Okay, drown might be an overstatement when we each have one beer, but there you go. And from the dirty looks directed at us by the other bar patrons, they clearly think that I’m preggers as well. This jumper has got to go.
Ack! It’s dinner time! We say our goodbyes and head home to feed our babies.
Hurrah! Loving Husband pulls up just as we reach the house! Now I can have a break, maybe write a little!
Well, after he changes his clothes and uses the bathroom. Why does he always save the lengthy bathroom visits for home?
Okay, he’s feeding the baby. Good. Now I can change out of the awful jumper.
And have a glass of wine. Just one, though!
Now I can write.
Wait! There are new blog posts to read! You guys are all so PROLIFIC. How do you find the time?
Time to get the bambino into his bed. Bedtime routine, take two.
I’m hungry. But I should write!
After dinner. Then I’ll write a little.
Dinner! How did I get so lucky to have a husband who cooks? I must have been a very good girl in a previous life.
Mmm, that was good. Now let’s just cuddle on the couch a bit before bed, okay?
Tired. It’s bedtime, right?
Okay. Clean up the kitchen and the living room. Let’s go to bed.
Wait! I didn’t write anything!
Why didn’t I post today? Sigh. I’ll post tomorrow.