So it turns out, when you stop blogging for a while, people stop reading. Even when you come back, a lot of them don’t.
That is just what happens.
And of course, no hard feelings, though I guess that’s silly to say because the ones that left won’t even be seeing it. But I’ll say it anyway. No hard feelings those who went away. You were just following suit.
And for all of you who stuck around… Thank you.
This blogging thing is so strange and I feel I can’t get a handle on it anymore. I’m just not sure of… well any of it.
My nights are crazed these days. This school year is kicking my ass and we’re only just starting the second week! Every afternoon I work like crazy to get as much done at school as I can while still picking my daughter up at a reasonable hour. I come home and enjoy a few hours with my very tired and cranky little girl. I try to coax to eat dinner, I wash the junk out of her hair and put her to bed. Then I unpack one box (a box a day keeps the crazies away!) and work on one project (diaper sprayer installed! Woot!) before I hunker down to plan for my new classes this year. Tech and Math 8 alone have me totally overwhelmed; I never know what I’m doing in my Spanish classes.
Finally, as I get ready for bed, I briefly scan through the 30-40 new posts that have shown up in my reader while I’ve been completely indisposed all day. I so rarely have time to write, both my posting and commenting will surely suffer for at least the next month, and that makes me sad because honestly, I don’t have much else going on in the “social interaction” aspect of my life.
I want to write here, and at my new space (god it’s been AGES since I set foot there) but I don’t know what to say and I don’t know how to make the time to say it. I feel like a broken record but that is really where I am right now. It’s not the most fabulous place to be, and again I’m clinging to the reality that it can’t last forever.
What else to say now? It’s 10:35 so I really should head to bed. My morning are strange, half the week I wake up later and get Isa ready and take her to school. On those mornings I’m getting into the shower at the same time as I pick up this seventh grader that I take to school on the other days. It’s weird and off putting to have such different morning routines and I’m constantly worried that I’m getting the day wrong and jumping into the shower when I should be pulling up and texting “I’m here.” Tomorrow is a later start day (I hope!), so I guess I have a minute.
When I have the time I want to tackle some of the newer parts of parenting that are now a part of our lives, like school and all it involves, including drop offs and pick ups and Isa alternating between loving and hating it. I also want to write about the blissful joy of punching in a very specific setting on the washing machine and not dropping a quarter into that machine to make it start (I still haven’t stopped thinking I need quarters when I go down there, every time I check my pockets for change and every time I enjoy the realization that I’ll never need it to wash my clothes). I also have a few love poems to dedicate to our parking space and how amazing it is to not scour the neighborhood for a spot to leave my car. As you can see I have a lot of important shit to say! I just need to find the time to say it!
Maybe tomorrow… we shall see.