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Long Eyes: On Seeing the Big Picture (and Not Embarrassing the Kids)

It’s Thursday, and the weather has finally cooled enough here that you can walk outside without the humidity slobbering all over you like a drunk date. David drove the girls to school this morning, so Cian and I took the dog for a walk around the neighborhood before I got ready for work (more on that in another post–I’m still writing from home, but my approach to it has changed). As we rounded the block, Cian was looking for our house–he really wanted to know what the back of it looked like from down the hill. Finally, he spotted it: “There it is! That’s our house, right?” Now, I’ve needed glasses since I was five. “You can see that far?” I asked, totally impressed–and maybe a little jealous–by this kid of mine with perfect vision.”Yup!” he said. He was skipping. “I have long eyes.” Long eyes. Oh, to have long eyes. For the past few months, whenever I’ve sat down to write something here, I’ve stalled. I write half-finished drafts…

Though You’ll Never Hear Me Say A Word Against That Garage

I keep coming back to this blog, to sit down to write a post, because I miss the writing and the outlet and the record of this little life I’m living, but whenever I do…nothing. Nothing comes out. Nothing new, anyway. And I think what my problem is…it’s not cute anymore. My life, the once-adorable puppy that chased its own tail and attacked our ankles, has grown into a big, hairy dog that sleeps in the most inconvenient spots in the house and goes outside to pee on command. It’s more manageable, yes. But definitely not as cute. I’m no longer the overwhelmed mom of little babies and toddlers, terrified of the job I’m doing and stressed by the lack of sleep and constant nursing and fear that everything I’m doing is wrong. I mean, I’m still convinced that whatever parenting move I make is probably the wrong one–does that ever go away?–but when your kids are out of the baby stage, I feel like it’s gotten old. I’ve settled into my patterns…

I Should be Balancing the Checkbook

Do you know how many ideas I have stored up for this blog in the sugar-addled, wine-deprived, sleepy noggin of mine? It’s a lot. As days pass there are a lot of “Ooh!” moments and “Ah, I can’t forget that!” experiences that promptly evaporate into tiny, mist-sized droplets that lodge themselves in my brain, bouncing around until the moment is so far gone I can’t remember enough details to write about them. I want to be posting all the time, I really do. But this parenting thing has sucked up my time (don’t you hate that??). I mean, the parenting and the organizing and the Christmas-preparing and the whining about how much my back hurts. Oh, and the simple fact that the only time I’m alone with my own thoughts is…uh…eh…yeah. So, in order to stay on top of life, I do not write. Which means that my house looks awesome when I don’t write, and my children are paid much better attention, and I remember to transfer the wet clothes from the washer…