Once again I’ve been absent for too long from the blogging world. With good reason, but still I think my soul is starting to rot without my creative outlet. So here I am.
I have so many things to write about and I just don’t know where to start. Having an infant in the house does interesting things to a person’t psyche. Which I knew going into this, but I don’t think I KNEW… Everything from the interrupted sleep, to the cries of hunger (hers and mine), to the never-ending flow of laundry and diapers to that stupid nose-sucker-thingy… (Evalyn and I both despise it, her more than I.) But that’s not the part that messes with your brain. The part that messes with me is that I actually enjoy it all. I love it… all the gross stuff that I want to hate. I guess superhuman-mom powers really do get born with the baby. What else would explain it?
Well, it’s either that or the delirious state that I’m in from exhaustion… I’m not sure which…