I've been avoiding coming anywhere near my blog in the past year or so because it makes me sad to know that I don't have the time to keep up with it like I used to, or like I'd like to. I really miss writing here. I also feel really bottled up. I need some blog therapy! But, life has changed. Life will do that, you know. I have less free time. Almost zero time to myself, which is hard to cope with sometimes. Also, when Ella was born, the computer room became her bedroom, so computer use is extremely limited. I desperately need a laptop, but it's really not in the budget at the moment. So, I'll wait. So, what's the point of me saying all this? I don't know really. Just venting, I guess. I wondered aloud to Chris yesterday, if I became a freelance comedy writer (how, I don't know), would I be able to write off a laptop, comedy classes and writing classes? That would be pretty cool. I just need to find someone who wants to pay me. If I had my druthers, I'd sit all day in Starbucks, sipping coffee and carrying on with witty banter. ( I do realize that I'm giving myself an awful lot of credit here). Here's what I want to know: how do I get that job?
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, here's what's new in the Kristentatious household: Ella is about to turn one! Can you believe it? I can't! She's really like a little person. Almost walking. Almost talking. Getting lots of teeth. And tenacious as all getout. She's very determined to get what she wants. She can also be very patient when she needs to be. As Eric puts it, "She starting to be a big girl because she's trying to walk and trying to talk English!" If those are the requirements, I'm starting to be a big girl myself!
In other news, and to prove just how much help I need, it's March! Yay! And my Christmas tree is still up! And I have no idea when I will ever find the time to take it down! Seriously, this is how my day goes:
6:20 wake up. (Lately, Eric has taken to getting up at about 6:22 instead of 7:15ish, like he used to, so I don't even get time alone in the morning). From 6:20 to about 8:15 a.m., there is a frantic flurry of activity, in which I get ready for work and get the kids ready for daycare. Pack the kids into their Arctic gear, then pack the kids in their arctic gear into their carseats. Usually, around 8:25, we are pulling out of the driveway (although it should really be earlier). Depending on how the morning has gone so far, Eric either is having a fit about something, or he's playing 20 questions with me, each question starting with, "Mommy?" Then Ella will shout in babese, and he'll shout back at her. "Mommy, we're talking to each other! Isn't that cute?" Then I drop the kids off at daycare, and head to work. At 5:00 p.m., I turn around and do it all backwards. When we get home, around 6:20, Chris and I go into the whirlwind of feeding, playing with, and occasionally trying to bathe, the kids. Ella goes to bed around 7:30. Eric's bedtime routine starts shortly thereafter, with him generally being able to hose us into keeping him up until at least 9 (although bedtime is 8:30). Then Chris and I collapse in a heap. Yup, that's about the size of it.
So, if you're ever wondering why I don't blog more often, or call more often, or email more often, believe me, it's not because I don't want to. I desperately want to. I'm just bogged down.
Well, OK, folks. Eric's playing with broken glass and Ella has a plastic bag over her head. Time to start drinking...