Greetings, fellow bloggers and dear readers! I had a little break, but now I am writing again. Oh yeah, it feels good! Thoughts are a-buzzin’ and fingers are a-typin’. The words are a-flowin’ and–
Oh, god. That was terrible. I hate it. Is a-flowin’ even a word? Let me try this again…
As I sit here on this chilly gray day, thoughts meander and swirl. Fingers posed above the keyboard, hesitant; yet ready to make connections and spew forth–
Gah. Even worse than the first line. Spew? Seriously? I don’t think those were even complete sentences. But I did throw in a semicolon for the sh*ts and giggles. Okay, how about…um…
Hey everybody! What’s up? You good? Good!
Whew! I was worried for a minute, but I can still write. Badly, but that’s okay. Thought I lost it for a second there! Ah! Feels good to get it out though. Yes, very nice, look at me go…I am still typing and it’s still working….still writing….keep going, Darla, don’t give up…you can do this…but I…must stop…typing ellipses….
So I’ve spent three weeks not writing anything but comments on others’ blogs. I have caught up on so many blogs and realize there are too many of you out there that are inspiring, hilarious, and just all-around amazing people and writers. I’ve really enjoyed my ‘break’. Thank you all for keeping me entertained while I was having a serious writer’s block/panic attack that lasted almost three solid weeks.
I was also entertained by the two crazy little people that currently live with me.
A Few Observations:
*My five year old daughter really knows how to make a woman feel self-conscious. One morning, I was combing my hair in the bathroom mirror as she sat on the counter, watching me intently. Then she grinned and said, “Mom, you look so very pretty today!” I said, “Aw, thanks, sweetie!” Then she added, “I was just kidding.”
*My son is nine and has suddenly crossed that line into sarcasm/Oh, snap! territory. After asking me repeatedly to reach the chips on the top shelf, he sighed, rubbed his eyes and said, “Will you please get them now, for the love of God? I’m not getting any younger.”
*My daughter takes what I say literally. While we were out to dinner at a restaurant, she kept whispering to me, “Look, Mom! I’m have! (rhymes with ‘cave’) Am I have-in’ now? How about now? I’m trying super hard to have!” I couldn’t figure out what she meant until I realized I had asked her to ‘behave’ earlier.
*My son is also at the age of Endless Questions. Sometimes we don’t have a solid answer, sometimes we just laugh. Last night he asked my husband in a very serious tone: “Where do you go when you die?” then later, in an equally serious tone: “Dad, have you ever been arrested?” and finally: “Dad, is it okay if I climb up on the roof of the house then jump into the snowbank in my underwear?” Interestingly enough, all three questions were answered with my husband’s patented blank stare. Once again, I had to come up with all the answers. So I told my son, “We go to heaven.” and “Not that I’m aware of–honey, anything you’d care to share?” and “That would be a big fat no. Now put your pants back on.”
*My daughter is much smarter than I’ll ever be. We were reading a book the other night, The Biggest Snowman. At the end, the little girl climbs to the top of the giant snowman with the help of her forest animal friends and yells, “Hooray!” I closed the book and asked her if she liked it. She sighed, furrowed her brow and said, “I don’t know. That was very dangerous of her to climb up the snowman like that. But that’s okay, Mom, because this is make-believe. It’s fiction.” What in the world is her preschool teacher teaching her?
*Sleeping on the ‘wrong’ side of the bed. How is it any different? But it is. Recently my daughter was very sick with pneumonia. Sick enough and feverish enough to put about a dozen new gray hairs on this mom’s head. She is fine now, but I was so worried about her, I had her sleep in bed with me for a few nights. I thought I could get some better sleep knowing she was right there. But I was on the wrong side of the bed. She was on my side. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it didn’t matter. It’s just silly, really. I’m laying there, it’s no different than any other night. My eyes are closed, it’s dark, I’m trying to drift away to la-la land…but I just couldn’t do it. Everything was just off. What is up with that?
*Speaking of kids and too many of them: Michelle Duggar. Have you watched this show? Sure, she has loads of kids, so there’s the overpopulation debate and yes, we all wonder about her uterus. I’m not here to judge, condemn or debate. But I will ask this: what is she on? She will stand there while utter chaos is erupting all around: kids are flying about, laundry is strewn everywhere, the truck-sized pantry needs to be restocked again, and this woman will look at the camera in the midst of it all with the calmest face. She’ll giggle and sigh softly and sweetly say things like, “Oh, well. Boys will be boys!” Just once I’d like to see Michelle snap. Or yell. Or raise her voice in the slightest. Maybe sigh loudly or shake her finger in someone’s face. Or tell Jim Bob to leave her alone. I am in awe of that woman. But she’s making me look bad.
Okay, well, that’s it for now. Thanks for stopping in to check to see if I’m still alive and barely writing.
Huh. I’ve noticed it seems to be snowing in here. I’m not sure I like this. It is peaceful, but sometimes as I read, I think I’m getting cataracts. I wonder if wordpress could come up with a more dramatic snow feature? Maybe they could make mine a blizzard? The snow could pile up on my blog and bury my bad posts. Then a little icon of me in ski goggles could maybe shuffle onto your screen with a shovel or snowblower and blow all the crappy posts away. Just an idea.