I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
*I assume.
Given the amount of drool, finger chewing, and tongue-running-over-gums I’m seeing, I can only surmise the Wee One is working on a new tooth. She didn’t really want to be put down yesterday, and I spent a lot of time wearing her and holding her close, during which time I could engage in a little mental exercise:
Continue reading “Ten Things Probably Less Painful Than Teething*”
I’m not a fan of today. Today has been a little trying. Last night was the first night the Wee One spent in her crib and not with us. She didn’t sleep well, and then she didn’t nap well today. She’s also getting a new tooth, and so she’s been clingy and whiney all day.
If we were having coffee, I would be quietly sipping a ginger tea. You ask me about it, since I’m normally such an avid coffee drinker, and I’m quiet for a moment. I have trouble telling you the anxiety I’ve struggled with since college, which seems to have gotten worse since we moved. I have stomachaches almost every day, hence the ginger tea.
I’m phoning this one in
I hope it’s not a sin.
I’m feeling too sick and
I had just commented in my Weekend Coffee Share that I feel like I’m on top of these daily posts-even with the baby-and here I am. Wordless.
But in this echoing chamber, I would like to talk about the blogger Rarasaur and the feature she did yesterday of fellow bloggers.
If we were having coffee, We would gaze quietly upon the rain outside, and I would tell you that I’m getting used to it. The rain? you ask, and I nod. You know what would be great, though? You shake your head.
I wrote yesterday about doing work one loves.
I recently applied to become a SheKnows Expert (and I was accepted! Yay!) and one of the questions the application asked is, What inspires you to create content?
During the month of November, I love to listen to Carmina Burana. Every year.
This tradition has roots in my college days.
Continue reading “The Most Carmina Burana Time Of The Year!”
NaBloPoMo is going to be challenging this year, as my eight month old keeps me pretty busy and writing a coherent blog post is rarely in the cards. I’m usually left to thumbing in a post on my iPhone or speaking it in, trusting the voice to text software. Commenting will be easier.
If we were having coffee, one of us would be late, probably you. You had been to a Halloween party last night, and the we had the annual time change. The time changes always mess us up when we have appointments, and I would normally be late, too. This year, though, for better or worse, my little time keeper will make sure I recognize the extra hour. You apologize and things spill out of your bag as you rush to get here. I offer to fetch you a cup while you get settled. You thank me when I come back and ask me how the Wee One adjusted to the time change. I roll my eyes and tell about what high hopes I had as I sat in in my running car listening to spooky classical music as she napped in her car seat. She’s struggling today, I reflect.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 