The blog has taken a bit of a breather

I'd love to report that it has been to sleep more and spend hours lingering over how to put the bow just so on all the gifts I haven't (yet YET) purchased. Instead, the breather has been a big inhale of freezing cold air and the flurry that comes with having a small child at the holidays. 

In the schedules and stress and emotion of not-shopping and gunning the car out of a pile of icy snow that is my parking space and trying to figure out how to keep driving on the expressway with windshield wipers that criss-cross instead of smoothly clearing the snow and rain and whatever nastiness all those cars kick up, something needed to be quiet. Or at least quieter. And Sassafrass so nicely volunteered, that I decided to let her rest easy for a bit and try my best not to worry about it in those 2 a.m. to-do list panic streams of consciousness.

I've missed writing as much and I don't like the silence as one post sits for days on end. But I also really needed to offer up whatever energy and time I had to my job and to feeding my own guilt about opting out of doing any holiday cards until the New Year.

And of course, to my boy. My boy who pleads with me to watch The Grinch Who Stole Christmas with him again and if that is not possible, to "please, Mommy, watch it when I go to bed because this movie is really, really good." As much as I do not love a green belching Jim Carrey, I do love Christmas and more than that, I love a kid who loves it as much as I do.

So while it's been quieter here, we've been very busy making our way through the snow. I've been teaching Lil E to laugh when he gets pummeled in the face with snow balls and he's been reminding me to sit, watch, sip hot chocolate rather than stare at my laptop screen. I'm getting it. I'm getting it. When life gives you the wailing, miserable winter, you make snow forts and snow angels and bitter cold snowballs that sting the cheeks.

And when it's too cold for that, when your toes are numb and the black ice has somehow frozen up your cable, you get back to the blog and let it tell it all. Finally, and so it feels good again.

Comments

[furiousball]

happy holidays to you and yours amiga.