I would love nothing more than to be able to have a schedule when it comes to blogging. In my glory days (read: when I first started blogging and this place was all mine because no one was reading it and therefore filters and quality control didn’t really exist. Yeah, maybe “glory” is a little dramatic.), I posted three times a week, and boy did I feel fine knowing that those posts were going to get written. I was in control and I didn’t have a whole lot else vying for my attention. I’ve vacillated between posting three and two times a week for over a year now, and lately it’s been a struggle for me to get even two posts up a week because I’m really trying to balance my life out and make it not so much about a singular hobby/interest. I’ve been writing here since my pregnancy with no stops or hiatuses, so motherhood and writing have always been coupled together. My experiences with both are very much intertwined. I, like many other parent bloggers, have noticed the grand irony that whenever things are most difficult at home, I want to write more. However, whenever things are most difficult at home, I lack the time and the energy to actually sit down and do said writing. It’s something I will have to work through as I’m committed to eventually make a modest income from writing and editing, and I realize that while it’s hard being a parent to a toddler, things will remain hard even as she grows out of toddlerhood. Them’s the breaks when you’re in charge of humans that you care about intensely.
So there are a lot of things going on right now, and as you can see by that big honkin’ opening paragraph, I don’t really have a lot of time to edit them down or make them all prettified in real posts. This post is going to kind of be a catch-all of all the things I’d love to write about but can’t because life is big at this moment.
1. The Toddler Bed
Last week we decided to convert C’s crib to a toddler bed. She’s always been a good sleeper and so it seemed like it was worth a try to see how she’d take to a little extra freedom. It has been more difficult than we thought, as all you who follow me on Twitter may have noticed.
B and I are having a disagreement about whether we should just convert it back to a crib, since she has so much trouble falling asleep in the bed and has spent the last two nights in the Pack N’ Play. He wants to keep trying while I just want to convert it back and try again later when she’s older. This whole situation is just begging to be blogged about but sadly, I’m tired. Obvs.
The annual Are We Going To Move Next Year? Games have officially begun. For past years’ installments, read this and this and this. We have decided to move next summer even if neither of us find a job right away. We are both so tired of this town where we live, and we have no future here. In the past years, the idea of moving absolutely crippled me with fear, but this time I am oddly calm and serene. B has already told his boss that he will not be returning for the Fall semester, and in a way I’d rather be burdened with the feeling that I’m falling without a net than with a feeling of indecision and waiting.
I’ve waiting long enough. I’m the damn Waiting. I want 2014 to be the year of The Doing.
Lately I have really been wanting to have another baby. Just putting that out there. I don’t think it’s going to be happening any time soon (or at all), but still. I think I could do this again. (Says the lady who just two items before was complaining about her kid not sleeping.)
In all honesty, I came up with a really hilarious way of announcing the (nonexistent) pregnancy on the blog. Remember what I said earlier about finding balance and not letting certain hobbies dominate your thinking? Yeah, I do too.
4. Tipsy Lit
I don’t know why I never brought this up on the blog because it is kind of a huge deal to me, but awhile back I accepted the position of Managing Editor of Tipsy Lit, Ericka Clay’s literary brainchild. This means that I am now in charge of finding guest posters, scouting for authors and editors to be interviewed by our staff, and handling submissions. Would you like to work with us? (Please say yes please say yes please say yes.) We’d love to work with you. Email me at thewaitingblog at gmail dot com.
Remember that you can really email me anytime about anything. I always love getting messages ;D
5. Remember the Time
And just like that, Remember the Time is almost six months old. Time goes by fast when you’re recounting, well, how time goes by fast. I have loved hosting this bloghop with my gal Kelly and reading all the wonderful posts submitted for the prompts each week. This bloghop would be nothing without the regular participation we get each week from folks like Rob, Meredith, and Zeudytigre, and I thank you all for sharing your memories with us. We have a lot in store for next year. We’ll be taking a break for the week of Christmas, but get ready next week for a holiday party of sorts ;D Start going through your old pictures of your old skool family Christmas parties. You’re going to need them.
6. By Popular Demand
You’ve made it this far in my list of minutiae so now I will reward you with a final item that is mildly entertaining. Last week, as I was sitting at the computer checking my email for the 900,000th time, I heard a Crash-Uh-Oh across the room. Unlike Boom-Uh-Ohs and Silence-Uh-Ohs, Crash-Uh-Ohs get me up pretty quickly because they usually entail C wanting to do a taste test of broken glass. Here is what had happened:
As I am a modern mother, I immediately took a picture of the holly jolly good time that was happening instead of cleaning up the shattered pieces of ornaments and fake pine needles. I then uploaded it to Facebook where several of you told me that I should blog about it. I am not above giving the people what they want. (Speaking of which, did you enter yesterday’s Mockingbird Don’t giveaway yet?) I wish there were a better story behind the crashed Christmas tree, and there probably is, but we are already at 1,134 words and I think I need to wrap.it.up. before the band starts playing me off the stage. Let’s just say that it wasn’t the first crash of the holiday season and it certainly won’t be the last. And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sometimes life is better with a little chaos and glass crushed into your carpet.