And so, I’ve recently tried to blog more consistently. A wordy post here, a list post here. If you asked, I’d say I try to post something every other day, and by something, I mean something worth reading. I moved the writing prompt roundup to Monday this week, because Neil left for a city week on Sunday, and I knew I wouldn’t have time to put a post together on Sunday. Even list posts take me hours. And with Neil…
Funny story, I downloaded a meditation app. It’s called Calm. And I actually used it. To meditate, find relaxation, hide, whatever. This happened, a grand total of once. So far. But let’s back up. My kid turned four. And I met Katie from Fatty McCupcakes. On the same day. It was a groovy day. A day that included 20 cupcakes, 14 penguins, and a unicorn. Or so we thought. The night before Isla’s birthday, Neil and I were wrapping Isla’s…
And so, I found myself with some alone time this weekend. And I had PLANS, you guys. I moved my laptop into the living room where I planned to write while watching television and eating Doritos for breakfast. Neil was playing in a Go tournament (which he still insists isn’t actually chess), and Isla was spending the day at my Dad’s. Everyone thought I needed kid-free, husband-free time, so I found myself tooling about the house on my own at…
Isla looked at my face this morning and asked a very maybe wise beyond her years/obvious/ simple question: Mummy, why don’t you sleep at night? What could I say? Because I’m cold, Because I’m reading, Because I’m hungry, Because I feel crowded, Because I feel alone, Because I think too much, Because it’s too quiet. Are you breathing? Have I done enough? How old am I? How old are you? Shit. Because I’m crafting complicated sentences. Fuck it. What time…
