I had designs on writing a post last month that would have been called “Reclaiming March.” It was going to be about how, historically, March has been a craptastic month for me, but how this year, it was going to be better. Or if it was bad, I wasn’t going to let it get me down.
And then March laughed in my face.
Actually, it didn’t laugh so much as it snickered and spat in my face, and taunted me, right up through its final hours.
So maybe I’ll write that post next year. You know, when we’ve found the lost house keys and the baby is sleeping through the night and we’ve got the whole two-kids-plus-two-working-parents thing down to a science.
Then again, maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll just keep those thoughts to myself and not tempt fate, because that was dumb.
Anyway, not a whole lot to say here other than I miss writing and I miss you and I have lots of ideas for posts but not a whole lot of time to get them out.
Actually, no, that’s not exactly true. In the interest of honesty, I have plenty to say, but it’s about March and how it kicked my ass and how I fell down on pretty much every role I have – and how I just plain fell down, on my way home from work one day – and how, damn, having two kids is hard. This shit is just HARD.
But now it’s April, so that’s all I’m going to say about March. I hope you’ll stick around, because longer, sunnier days are coming – along with, I hope, more sleep-filled nights – and I’ll have more to say soon.
For now, though, a picture in which I’m proud that I finally figured out how to put one of those elastic headbands in my little bunny’s hair.