Hey hey. So day two after daylight savings time and BOTH kids went to sleep at a reasonable hour - which if you were a fly on the wall in my house about 24 hours ago at this time you would have witnessed my total meltdown over *why doesn't my toddler need sleep* (it's a recurring meltdown and I have it every couple of months. yesterday's was a particular kind of pathetic, I think in part brought on by the fact that I haven't had much consistent sleep myself the past few months coupled by daylight savings - which for some reason didn't even enter into my head before I hit the floor in exasperation. Because duh. Obviously that's why.) I try not to belabour the things that drive me completely crazy at this stage in my life because I'd like to think my kids will read this one day and while I do want it to be my outlet, I also don't want to leave traces of a smear campaign in their honour across the internet in the small event that maybe they make it to these annals when they're old enough to put two and two together and figure out "heyyyyyyy maybe *THAT"S* why I have issues." (I mean, no doubt they'll figure out why and where their issues originate [insert me raising my hand here] but if possible I'd like for them to come about that realization organically......)
Wow - that escalated quickly.
I think what I was trying to say was, it is incredibly *hard* to decide what I want to spend my "free" time doing. Most days I'm too tired to tackle any sort of personal hobby but lately, I'll just be looking at random buildings or listening to talk radio and i think - "that's it. I need to write." Which is odd because I've never really had that urge before. I've always felt like I should write, but should and needing to do it are two very different things. And when I say write I don't mean this blog. Which is why it's hard for me to prioritize my meagre amount of hours (ok let's be honest, hour - no plural) in the day. So on one hand I want to write stuff that's about all these things that I'm seeing and dreaming up, and on the other hand, I really want to keep up with this journal of our life. And then throwing something else random into the mix, just because, I have about 26 sewing projects I'd like to complete between now and Christmas. And of course there's all the stuff I really should do, like clean the downstairs washroom or fold the laundry, or order photos which I always mean to do but never really get around to.
And let's not forget sleep. And exercise. And walk the dog (my poor dog).
So apologies for my completely tangent post. This didn't really go anywhere but the internet has this completely amazing way of helping me work out the kinks. thank you internet.
And june if you're reading we still love you even though you are the world's most unpredictable, stubborn and erratic sleeper. and if you are currently dealing with issues - it was your father. Not me ;)