I just don’t know what to say anymore.
Last night on Twitter, I told Scary Mommy that I am blogstipated. And I am. I want to write but the words won’t come right now. I don’t know, maybe I’m using all of them up during the day, when I write for money. Maybe I’m just pushing through those first two weeks on Teh Crazy pills, maybe I’m just all out of things to say right now.
I don’t know.
We’re fine, The Babyman is by turns hilarious and maddening, literally trying to climb the walls and shouting “Go! Go!” from the confines of his crib at naptime. The Poo has taken to school like a duck to water, just as I knew she would.
The days are simultaneously slower and faster than they should be, time dragging one minute and whizzing by my face in another.
I’m here, but I’m in a holding pattern right now. I’m taking a rest, we’ll see what we find when I come out the other side.
In the meantime, maybe I’ll eat some cake.
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Hey, you know what? Rest is good. Sometimes it’s just what we need. I know I beat myself up when I feel like that too but usually I push it until I collapse and the wiser and more mature thing would have been to just take the damn rest.
So, rest. And eat cake. And laugh at the Babyman!
Sounds really great. And really tough. Like life, I guess.
xo
I can only say I understand how you’re feeling. I’ve got plenty of words, but they’re so unorganized. So I guess I have words, but no sentences.
Go for the cake. I’ll take the ice cream.
Cake’s always a good idea.
Yum. Cake.
I’ve had those blogstipated times too. I think it’s okay to not write here for a while, especially if you’re doing it a lot elsewhere. I’ll be here whenever you come back.
I hear you, babe. I am blocked up and feeling so less than. I am glad you are eating cake
Cake is the No. 1 cure-all in my book.
Here’s hoping your holding pattern gives you time to figure out what you want to say here. much love to you my friend, much love. xoxo.
I have weeks like this and other weeks like this one, where I have a million things to say. I think you should enjoy the cake and take a rest. Words will come back to you soon. I’m sure of it. Maybe have a few guest posts if you think you’ll be gone for weeks?
Cake’s way better than blogging. I need me some of that.
By all means; eat cake until the holding pattern passes. Hey, what about cake? Cake is always a good subject in my book.
I find unwavering perfection so boring. Have at it, or not, sweet friend.
Mmm…cake…
Ahhh rest up and eat cake. Sounds like the right kind of plan to me! Soon The Poo will come home with a story or The Babyman will pull some kind of amazing small person feat and you will be back on track again. We’ll be here… you rest.
I keep telling myself that my blog was started to be FUN for me—to share my stupid stories and get things off my chest. Not as a job or a school assignment. I hate that feeling of “I MUST WRITE!” b/c why do I do that to myself?
So, take some time off and ignore it for a while. I think the stories will come back to you. You’re in my Google Reader and when you have something to say, “Poof!” you’ll be there again.
Oh, and hell yes, eat cake. Lots of cake. It’s good for you.
Oh how I feel this! I’ve a bad case of “blogstipitis” myself lately!
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