Jan
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All right, here’s what I’ve decided with regards to my Writing Troubles: I’m just going to write more often, whether or not I have anything to write about, because most of the time the best way to get better at doing a thing is to do the fucking thing. Unless what you’re trying to do is fit back into the pants that weren’t too tight a week and a half ago in which case you might have to stop doing a thing, namely eating those Christmas-tree-shaped Reese’s while telling yourself that technically a tree is a vegetable.
Anyway. I am allowing myself to enjoy the blank-slate feeling of a brand new year even though what would really feel fresh and different at this point is the children being back in school. We have had a very pleasant winter break filled with outings, games, movies, and general festivity, but let’s be honest, family time is more delightful when it’s the exception rather than the norm. Plus, everyone got an arsenal of Nerf weaponry for Christmas so I could really use a teeny tiny break from the constant soundtrack of saliva-laden bullet noises, pewpewpewpewpew. Oh, and who was the grade-A moron who thought it would be fun to gift them with a shitload of empty plastic bottles to fuel their water flipping obsession?
I say all that, but I know how it’ll feel when I take them to school on Wednesday: like something special has come to an end. No more lazy weekday pancake breakfasts and impromptu afternoon walks and Schwarzenegger film fests, back to homework and alarm clocks and routines. I’m ready/not ready for it to be over.
What is with the water bottle flipping thing? My kids were doing it at a dance a few weeks ago with some other kids, but fortunately seemed to forget about it once we left.
I saw your post on IG about those water bottles, gasped, and thought “best. mom. ever.”
Your parental creativity never ceases to amaze me.
(Also– sorry that you’re got some writers block, but I’m selfishly looking forward to being privy to your more-often writings because they’re the best.)
I am right there with you about school break. This morning I was regretting that it was our last day of no alarms and unstructured time. And then later this morning, the crowd of neighborhood kids and my 6 year old had moved on to someone else’s house, the toddler was down for nap and oh my the house was blessedly quiet. I thought “yeah, I might be more ready for the break to end than I realized.”
Agreed and Agreed! I so enjoy your posts!!! They always comes to me and say to me what I most need to hear, I love that! I had a teensy moment of NOT wanting the break to end last night, and that moment was long gone about 8:07 am when the last kid was dropped off and I was back at home staring at the messy kitchen, clothes everywhere, disastrous bathroom, in complete and utter silence. Regretful moment over…bring on the day! You rock and I love that you use the word Fuck sometimes…I think everyone should add that to their vocab more of often cause gosh it just feels good to drop the f-bomb! Tuesdays rock!
My kids went back to school today and my husband and I are back at work. I spent most of yesterday morning paralyzed by oh-woe-is-me feelings. But I spent the day before saying “this break is about 48 hours too long.” And now I’m missing all the “hey mom”‘s that were driving me nuts a few days ago. Bottom line: We can’t win!
Ditto. And your readers will always welcome more of your writing, even if you have “nothing” to say!