Keeping with my usual pattern of starting a journal and not finishing, I've been neglecting even the blogosphere. Frustration has set in which makes it even harder to get back into it. Everyday, there is always at least one crazy or precious thing that happens that I want to always remember--but somewhere in between all the chaos and details that have to be addressed just to be able to sit down and type, my motivation to do anything other than veg-out on the couch during naptime is an overwhelming temptation.
I need one of those voice-activated keyboards and just narrate my day for the record....maybe even include a soundtrack in the background for effect.
Take today, for example:
feeding Aidan inevitably led into a few rounds of "apples and bananas", which caused Connor to erupt into a fit of laughter after he yells, "what's a ban-ii-n-ii?", and then Aidan laughed, which led to me and him being covered in fruit and oatmeal.
And, seeing Richard give me one of those "I love you so much and I'm so glad your here" looks before he kisses me and walks out the door could be dubbed over with "just.you.know.why....why you and I....know true love ways" (love love love Buddy Holly).
What about later today, when our power went out for a few hours--Connor started running around the house flipping all the light switches and opening and closing the refrigerator door, amazed that no light came on....and a little weirded out that the "mens will have to come to [our] house to fix it"....I could totally hear REM chanting "it's the end of the world as we know it".
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