An entire year?! Seriously?! Seems impossible. But alas, it’s true. It will be a year ago Memorial Day since my last post. So, I decided it high time to push this to the top of my priority list, push the ignition switch and see if the engine would still crank. I sat down, sharpened my focus, placed my fingers on the keyboard and waited for the words to start pouring out ever so eloquently … And waited … And waited. Words were not coming. In their place, the dreaded white-washed wall appeared before my mind’s eye signaling creativity had left the building—writer’s block. The rust on the ol’ motor seemed a little thicker than I had anticipated, so I spent the next few hours avoiding and coming back to the keyboard, waiting for the storm to pass. Finally, I realized I just had to start typing something, anything! Whether mindless dribble or just complete crap, the only way to get back up and running was to start moving.
As my fingers started typing and the thoughts started flowing, I debated about whether to even acknowledge the fact that I completely disappeared from the blogosphere for the last year.
A) Do I want to admit to such an early falling off the wagon?
B) Did anyone even notice?
C) Does anyone really care?
The answer to all of these is probably a resounding “no”. At the same time, though, I felt weird just reappearing as if nothing had happened, like a crazy ex that left you at the alter then shows up at your door the next Thursday wondering why you didn’t show up for date night.
So, here I am, back from outer space. Sorry I left for so long. It wasn’t you, it was me. I had two little kids to raise, a business to get off the ground and just not enough time in the day for everything. But, the baby is now past the big one-year mark, so he can actually move around on his own and play on his own and sleep on his own. Well, actually, he’s in the separation anxiety, clingy phase so “on his own” is not entirely accurate. And, since he turned one, he has decided to wake up anywhere between 2 and 4 AM everyday, stand up in his crib and scream, so the last one is completely false. Regardless, he is still far more independent than his infant-self, and his sister, now two, is very head-strong and independent. This leads to these moments when they are both in another room together and things get really, really quiet … too quiet. Just as that fear creeps in that they have somehow ripped open the sofa cushions and are eating all the stuffing like cotton candy, we silently race to the doorway to sneak a peek and discover that they are just fine. Not only are they fine, but they are actually playing together! It’s quite an amazing site, though still rare like Bigfoot or Nessie, and it means a little more time for mom and dad. Just a little. But a little is all I need to get back in the saddle.
I’ll be posting again extremely soon, like maybe even tomorrow (yeah right). Definitely next week. I’ve been working on some cool daddy design projects which I’m anxious to share, along with the usual parental musings and random observations. It’s good to be back … (Cue Steven Tyler).