If you are a parent and a blogger, and you somehow manage to find time to actually blog– I salute you.
I spent just a little over 16 hours babysitting, and I’ve been too knocked out to even turn on my computer, let alone blog something.
When I finally decided to crawl out of bed like a sloth version of King Kong trying to scale a building, I realized that my long slothy arms couldn’t catch any words.
I finally decided to just finish a post I had already started. Easy, right? My post about my Johari Window calls only for a few made up words, and a couple of graphics. In other words, it’s 90% finished. I told myself– just think of a made up word. You can do this. Think.
My nieces are actually quite well-behaved. They sit when you say sit. They dance if you put on any music. They laugh at pretty much any joke. Still, it’s as if when I am around them– the entire proportions of the world change.
The nice part is that all that dramatized living turns me into a sort of hero. Right now, I completely identify with the self-satisfied, dazed smile of Buffy in the final episode.
Of course I’ve babysat before. I’ve been babysitting my whole life, in fact– and learning to live without a little one running around was one of the biggest adjustments I had to make in my married life.
This time was different only because I decided to do it without caffeine.
There you have it. In summary, my friends:
As I was saying– in summary, I leave you with these two thoughts.
1. This is me.
2. This is you.
I can smell brewed coffee because my husband is a saint– so instead of leaving you with a question like normal, I’m going to rush through this and simply put a question mark at the end of this thought– and suggest that maybe this time, you ask me a question?