It isn’t necessarily a rut that I’m in, I’m just stuck in a weird way right now, and I don’t know exactly what to do about it.
I used to be really good at quickly running over to this screen to relay the funny and relatable experiences our family has had with you. Often times, I’d sit down as I’m collecting myself after a huge laugh with my family, so I can transpose it exactly as it happened, fresh in my mind’s eye, typing while still giggling.
Lately, that hasn’t been the case. There’s been plenty of funny and story telling worthy material, I just haven’t been able to scamper over to the computer to retell it immediately. In fact, it’s often hours after it’s happened, and the details are suddenly fuzzy, the story’s beginning is out of focus, and suddenly there are other things more pressing.
I feel like I’m losing it. (In a lot of ways.) But mostly in this writer-way because this sweet baby girl body keeps me more on my toes than I’ve ever had to be. My time to write has been dwindled, which has shriveled up my stories. I sometimes *have* to get them down right away or they’ll fade, and that’s exactly what’s been happening.
It’s easy to post recipes and photos of happiness on Wednesdays without detailing the difficult.
It’s easy to work my sponsored posts and things with a specific topic.
It’s easy to ignore the computer during the day, including the email and the friends I’ve made in this space for ALL the cleaning, laundry, and playtime with the kids (particularly the One Who Shall Never Be Left Alone *points to Baby V*).
But it isn’t helping me here, within this space I love so much. It isn’t helping me write and recall all we’re doing and sharing, which is a good portion of what I write about here. Our stories. Our lives. It’s passing me by so fast, I can’t snatch out memories fast enough to journal them.
Lost in the dishes, the constant clean-up, and the everyday “momming” at home with the wee ones, I admit that I’m often so busy, I sometimes forget about me. Add to that my writing time woes from above, and mix that together with a smattering of achiness, headaches, and not getting enough sleep, and you’ve got quite a crappy casserole of Lisa right now.
I’m not sure what’s up with this writery, forgetful, achy-all-the-time funk, but God help me, I want out of it! Because life is actually very good! Soccer and football and the colder weather is GOOD! Home organization and wrangling this house into order is GOOD! And I want to get all kinds of sticky dirty getting into the muck of the end of October with slow cooker recipes and baking and fall decorating and dressing up, I don’t have time to feel crappy or bogged down, y’know?
Is there anything you’d like to see me write about here? Any topics you’d like covered, or anything? And does anybody have any great funk-busting ideas, other than a day off, a perma-maid, and a masseuse named Hans?
