Friday, January 28, 2011

A Day in the Life

I used to constantly write about my life, however mundane it might be. I think it was easier when I started this blog because I was a new blogger, but also a new mother. And, every day I was experiencing something for the first time. Days spent nursing and changing diapers, folding tiny, little bibs and pants, were days filled with the joy that comes with being a wannabe mother who has finally fulfilled her destiny. Certain days would read like a comedy of errors, complete with a baby toppling off the bed or one of those poop blowout diapers we so often discuss in the parenting community.

It was all so easy then. Everything was a blog post. And, while those emotions and frustrations are all still there, though I can still tear up watching my husband read a story to our daughter, or somehow find peace in a day filled with tantrums and inconveniently timed diaper changes, I cannot for the life of me lately find the words.

And, it isn't because there isn't anything new or interesting to say about being a mom, because all around me people are doing it. Ginger, for example, wrote this beautiful post about a moment she shared with her son. A moment like so many of us experience on a daily basis. A moment that sticks with us, no matter how brief it may have been.

And then there's Clara, who is an amazing writer (and my Zen Master,) who wrote this post about an average day at home with her boys that is absolutely hilarious.

So, you, know, it CAN be done. But, you need to have a certain amount of talent and inspiration. And I'm not being whiny here; I do have small amounts of both, but they don't always choose to hang around at the same time, and sometimes they ditch me and go out for beers, and then all I can think to write about is how I made muffins today. Scintillating, no?

So, what this all amounts to is a blog about my inability to blog. But, never fear! I will write again. In fact, I got Charlotte down for an impossibly early bedtime tonight, which means I have more time before I collapse in a heap on my bed (Did I also mention I've been going to bed, like, two hours earlier than usual lately?)So, I am going to take Clara's advice and try some free-writing to get my brain moving so that one day soon I can share some awesomely bad fiction with you!

Sounds like a plan to me.

Sorry for all the links. I was all nostalgic and stuff.


  1. I think it's tough when things get into a very calm state of...stasis? Where the tough parts and the wonderful parts are still there, but they aren't so surprising anymore? (Which sounds terrible, I KNOW, like, sigh, another kiss from the baby, whatever. That's not what I mean. You probably know what I'm going for here.)

    Anyway, I love your blog, and your writing. You'll be back. I know it. :)

  2. The thing, too, about spending more time on the Internet, is that you read more stuff other people wrote and it's all the same as stuff you wrote and so why the hell bother.

    I mean that's how it feels on the bad days. For most of us, I think. Or..maybe just me.

    Also, I *hate* it when my inspiration and talent go out for beers without me. :)

  3. Whatever form it takes, I'm always glad to see posts from you!

    (and thanks for the nice words about my post. I'm all blushy now).