Hanging On By a Thread

I keep waiting for this blogging daily thing to get easier, but so far the day have been blurs, and the evenings are when I would rather be doing anything besides writing. You could replace "writing" with any number of tasks, really. Chris and I are constantly marveling at how hopelessly hard it is to do anything around here. I feel like this will change some day, so I try to be okay with our limitations, but it's difficult to always feel as if you are falling behind.

I swear I will blog about something other than how crazy having two kids has made our lives. I feel silly, because obviously people have way more kids than this and probably get way more accomplished than we do. But, this is it right now. The kids have taken over our lives, and it may be a long time before we get them back.

I have so much I want to talk about here: my mom's cancer scare, my sister's pregnancy, my new baby, and, of course, ever so many Charlotte stories.

Good thing I have all month to get it right.

That Didn't Take Long

So, we had a long day today. Not in a bad way. We were just busy. First we had a baby shower about 45 minutes away. We went, we ate cupcakes, we took silly pictures, I tried and failed to win the most blue necklaces by catching people saying "baby."

Then we hauled it home so I could gather up all my Halloween costume paraphernalia (blue hair spray, glitter, fairy wings, and a fairy costume made by my very talented mom) to go to a costume wedding reception for another friend. I left the kids with Chris for this one. I got to go get dressed with the bride, swing little girls around on the dance floor, and give a toast to say how very happy I am that my very good friend found love and a family.

I came home, put the kids to bed, sat around talking with my husband about our nights, started to get ready for bed, when all of a sudden somthing clicked in my brain. NaBloPoMo. I hadn't written my post for the day!

It was 12:45.

Well, shit. I failed after three days. I'm going to keep going, though. I won't collect any shiny blogging medals at the end of the month. That wouldn't be right. Also, I'm pretty sure they don't exist.

Here's to tomorrow.

Oh, and here I am with blue hair.

The Day Shift

Hey, I'm blogging a whole half hour earlier tonight! Wheeee!

So, I warned you that I'd be phoning it in this week. Don't expect anything substantial until Sunday, at the earliest. Or maybe just don't expect it at all. I like to keep the bar low around here. Which reminds me, did anyone see the South Park about Honey Boo Boo/Raising the Bar? Pretty brilliant.

Anyway.

I mentioned last night that Chris was working the day shift this week. I've always sort of fantasized about him working "regular" hours in a grass is greener sort of way. I knew our schedule had its benefits, but the appeal of having help with bedtime and getting time to hang out with him after the kids went to sleep was pretty compelling. I also reasoned that it would be easier to kill time with the kids during the day. The days would fly by, what with all those trips to the park and coffee dates, right?

Yeah, eff this noise. The days DRAG. We have watched the new Tinkerbell movie four times, and today we went to two different parks just because I was completely out of ideas. It isn't that I have a hard time finding activities to do with Charlotte. There was painting and baking and playing cats and all kinds of nonsense. I would still be bored out of my skull by the end of a week, but we could do it. But doing all this with a baby who sucks at napping, wants to be held constantly, and spends a good chunk of the day being downright pissed off by his inability to crawl or sit or grab things, or basically do anything useful, is insanely hard.

I'm not one to play the martyr, so I'm fine with admitting that having Chris home during the day is wonderful. I still spend long hours alone with my kids, but it gets broken up into two sections. I wake up with them and kill time until Chris gets up. Then I get help with lunch. I can take a long shower. Hell, I can take a NAP if I want/need to. Chris plays with Charlotte while I nurse the ridiculously distractible baby. Chris holds the baby while I clock in some Mommy/daughter bonding time. It's just...the best.

Then he leaves in the evening, but I don't have a long day stretching in front of me. I have maybe an hour of playtime, and then it's the dinner/bath/bed routine. Bedtime is kind of a nightmare (that post is coming) but once it's over? I get to watch Hulu and drink a beer. Wow, guys, my life seriously rules. I guess I needed this week to really know that for sure.

On that note, it's a Friday night, and Chris is actually here, so I'm out.

Day One

I'm actually laughing at myself for thinking I can do NaBloPoMo this year. I tried it two years ago, and almost made it, but I have to admit some of the posts were basically cheating, and many were worthless. This year, I have TWO needy children, and on day one I can't even manage to post until 10:30 P.M.

But, I want to give it a go. I write in my blog every day in my head, so I guess that means I still have the desire. And to all my fellow NaBloPoMo Controversundians (Band back together!)I am excited about blogging together again. For the record, I tried to comment on a few posts today on my phone, but it didn't work. When Chris goes back to working nights next week, this will all be easier.

Also, my laptop is practically useless, and we don't have a chair to sit on to use the desktop, so I'm writing this alternating kneeling in front of and hunched over the computer. Just, so you know about my SACRIFICE to blog this month.