Friday, September 2, 2011

Instead of a Blog Post, I Assumed You'd Rather Blog Notes. No?

I think that I do my best writing between 10 and midnight. 

There has been enough time since I put the kids to bed that I feel a little more connected to my adult voice, but not so much that I forget all the emotions they elicited during a day of togetherness.  I'm tired, but not exhausted and my brain is usually racing with random thoughts. I have calmed my frustrations and started to get back to silly, mostly loopy me.

Unfortunately after a mere week of getting up early for kindergarten, I am finding that I can't stay up much past ten and still function the next day.  Sometimes I can't even make it to 9:00 without staring longingly at my bed. This is sad. 

So here is the reality, I decided I must accept that some nights I won't be blogging. 

I do realize this probably shatters your world, but we are all just going to have to buck up and push forward.

(Please note that I will not be bucking up enough to post daily, just enough to make some excuses and tell everyone else to get it together.)

Before I sat down to write today I went through the house and picked up a slew of scrap pieces of paper about blog post ideas that I found literally everywhere.  I allegedly wrote all of these, but I have absolutely no idea what I was writing about for some of them when I did. 

Perhaps I didn't even write them?  Who the hell is leaving me topic ideas?

I figured this absurdity was slightly more interesting than the post I was writing about my marriage so I'd just write what I found.  Genius blogger right here.

Here we go...

"Stella run the world?  Have a baby and get back to business." 
Clearly someone was listening to a little too much Beyonce on the Pandora.  It's possible I remember thinking this was brilliant at the time. It was going to be insightful about women's roles and such.  Today though, I mostly just thought about Stella as a pregnant dictator wearing a bow in her hair, which doesn't feel as profound.

"Extreme couponing, no produce, 30 boxes of pizza snacks isn't saving anyone, anything." 
I have seen this show exactly once, about 4 months ago, and have no clue where I was going with this idea, if you can call it that.  Also, I found this note in Aiden's room.  Maybe Aiden is working on a few things?

"Aiden calls 911." 
I do remember this happening, but that was pretty much the sum total of the information I would have to share.  What an exciting, concise post that could be.  Maybe I'll use this one?

"Mommy judgement on alien child."
I definitely know what I was talking about, but it's weird and mean and probably not as funny as it was in my head.  Might be fun to see what other people would write about with this post prompt.

"Never be the guy in college wearing a cardboard box with the words Mammogram Machine on it.  Never see actual breasts." 
I was writing a prayer.  Of course.

"Very few men can actually wear hats well." 
Deep thoughts. Also part of  prayer.

"Screw you three.  You suck." 
It's possible I remember writing this about Cole's age.  It apparently wasn't my best day.

"Everyone is evil."
This actually frightens me a little.  What the hell was going on?

"Sweaty man at Costco." 
No recollection at all. I can only assume I felt connected to him since I perspire profusely during the summer and wanted to discuss this.  You are welcome for never doing that.

"Don't let anyone diminish your now.  It can suck or be good."
I feel like I might have been talking about when people tell you that "these are the best years" in response to your saying you are having a hard time with your little kids.  Clearly I was going to have some serious work to get to that message, and to the inevitable conclusion that I want to stab these people.

"The P Tree."
I have no idea, but I'm going to turn it in to something. 

Next week's posts should be a breeze now that I have all these awesome ideas.

Have a wonderful weekend everyone! 

4 comments:

Emmy said...

Oh so want to know what the P tree was! If I write just short ideas and not more details I totally forget and have no clue what I was going to say

Kimberly said...

I'm intrigued by the idea of the P tree. As well as a lot of these other notes. I really should start doing something similar, because reflecting on them after time has passed seems funny.

Lynda Halliger-Otvos said...

What is to be done when I cannot remember the note I was going to write in the time it takes me to find a pencil ?~? And I sit at my desk nearly all the time. Being fifty years old has its advantages but the memory loss issue - not so much.

Heather A. said...

I'm actually responding to the thing about everyone telling you that these are the best years of your life while your standing in Cost-co dealing with a stressing, stressful toddler...My kids are past that age, and I remember the whole time they were little that I felt like IT WAS NEVER GONNA END.

Time is doing some weird things now that I am older. That phase felt long, but so does this one. I would like to give you some relief, like: okay, once they can tie their shoes and go to the bathroom on their own it gets sooo much easier. But I have found that the problems just get sooo much scarier. And yes even more intense. I do find my self sort of daydreaming about when I knew that at 9 that everyone was safe in bed, and yes you were tired, but at least you weren't worried that some random drunk driver was running over them. And their feet get sooo much stinkier now than at 2. I do sort of miss that baby smell right after a bath. But it has less to do with the idea that you are living the best years of your life, and has way more to do with the fact that we are longing for a time that seems less problematic than now. Philosophically, all the times in your kid's lives have both great and grungie moments. But I must say, when I remembered having little kids, I distinctly remember saying that I would never be one of those mom's who has empty nest syndrome, I was gonna get back to that girl I was before I had kids. And lately I am the crazy mom who tears up at commercials because she knows her 17 year old is going to college next year.

Hang in there and keep noting possible post ideas...