I’m writing my first post of 2016 on my phone. This is a thing I generally dislike because it seems so – I don’t know – flip? Like whatever post results isn’t an official piece of writing since I have a whole library of emojis at my disposal to use in lieu of words? 🎉🎨🐣🕸🍜
Maybe it’s that writing a post from my phone is against my routine. I like the ritual of a keyboard, of sitting down at a standard time to write and think.
Routine. That’s a luxury I don’t have right now in the chapter of my life. Cee will be four in a couple months and isn’t big on the whole napping concept, which is a shame since rest is so becoming on her. It’s hard to map out a day when I don’t know if she’ll sleep or not. She’ll eventually zone out at night, but honestly if I have any juice left in me, I’ll Netflix and chill with B. Oh, and that’s not a code for anything sexy in our house. It’s actual watching Netflix and not talking to a child the entire time.
A lack of routine is OK. It’s not anything to feel guilty about, or at least that’s what I am telling myself.
This year as our family goes through a lot of transitions and fluxes in routine, I just want to focus on fun and living in the moment. I want to enjoy and cultivate Cee’s sense of humor and go along with the theater of absurd that is raising a child who’s on the cusp of girlhood. She does a mean Marcel the Shell impression.
This morning, I read a story about a stuffed bunny that was given the royal treatment when its owner (a toddler girl) left it at a hotel in the UK. Naturally, Cee’s bunny wanted a similar experience, which we were happy to grant.
We hadn’t planned to give beloved Purple Bunny a lux spa day, but it turned out to be the perfect way to start the day.
Fun is underrated and I need to have more of it. If that means more blogging from my phone, slicing up more cucumbers for stuffed animals, and just letting naps go by the wayside in 2016, so be it.