Smiling Mom

I’m having the har­dest time jum­ping back into blog­ging.  Since I step­ped away, I’ve felt this crazy sense of inti­mi­da­tion upon my return.

When I make my return, my blog entries have to be good.  My thoughts ori­gi­nal.  My entries short…

Something I rea­li­zed this past month is I really value short posts.  If a post is too long, I let it sit in my queue of wai­ting to be read entries.  I know it will be a good read, so I don’t delete, but, nonethe­less, I don’t read it right away.

Short.  It must be short.

And a qua­lity of wri­ting that can stand up to all the other ama­zing wri­ters out there.

But the only post I really want to write is about why I’ve taken this long break.  A detai­led account of what happened.

But I can’t.

So I’ll give you the wate­red down, “I know Hubby is rea­ding”, ver­sion of the events.

Hi Honey!  Love you!

A month and a half ago Hubby got inju­red at work.   He’s been at home on disa­bi­lity ever since. BC likes to tell peo­ple that “Daddy got into a girl fight and that’s how he broke his arm.”

Well… that’s not exactly what hap­pe­ned, but it makes me laugh to hear him say this, so I gene­rally don’t correct him.

It is true, howe­ver, that Hubby’s shoul­der is torn pretty seve­rely and he needs to get sur­gery.  We’ll find out on  Thurs­day when the sur­gery will be sche­du­led for.  But in the mean­time we wait.

And so I share my our house with Hubby 24/7 .  We’ve been doing ama­zingly well con­si­de­ring the amount of time we spend together these days.  Sel­fishly, though, I have found that my time is no lon­ger my own.

We are eating break­fast, as a family.  Days are spent going to the gym, as a family, outings, as a family.  Coo­king lunch, for the family.  Doing cho­res, for the family.  Making din­ner, with the family.  Put­ting the kids down and spen­ding time with Hubby at night watching our newly recor­ded shows.

So where is my time?  Not here!

Paren­ting with two peo­ple has been easier on many accounts.  I now rarely take the kids with me to the gro­cery store.  Nice! Hubby does a pretty good job of doing laundry at least once a week.  Nice!  The kids are really loving the amount of time we spend together, and are flou­rishing as a result.  Nice!

Hubby and I are enjo­ying this time of recon­nec­ting.  Nice!

But that quiet time at the end of the night that was mine and mine alone?  It’s gone.  And it seems so is my blog­ging inspiration.

I’m hoping that by wri­ting this post and few other mediocre ones along with it, I’ll somehow work through this blogger’s cramp I have my mind­set will begin to change again.

Soon, I will become the mom who sees a funny situa­tion and says to her­self, “OH!  I’m sooo blog­ging about that!”

Until then…  Adios!