Future "Blankey" and Other Musings

Blogging is a strange and unique phenomenon. It is truly fulfilling. Exciting. Addicting. Cathartic.

However, as I recently had a taste of life *not* blogging, I began to slowly realize and understand that this was appealing to me as well. No need to stay up late at night putting together posts. I could watch TV, read books, or perhaps just sit and stare into space. Doing NOTHING. I even participated less in my weekly rounds of visiting other blogs - for which I had begun to feel incredibly guilty. Blogging is a community. It is a family. When I am not keeping in touch with my bloggy friends and family, I feel as if I am letting people down. And I hate the guilt.

While admittedly most of my blogging break (at least 14 days of it) was spent coping with and taking care of a family of five who all contracted the nastiest flu virus I have ever experienced and learning how to love, care, and clean up after a 15-month-old and a 3-year-old who both caught it at the exact same time as me, we did get better and even then I still did not feel like blogging. This flu just wiped me out. The mental and physical exhaustion lasted for days, and seemed like something I couldn't shake.

Parenting has become incredibly difficult lately. I tire of feeling overwhelmed and exhausted at every turn . . . of never getting a break, a minute to myself, a minute where someone isn't crying or fighting or complaining or being ungrateful. I know, I know, you take the ups with the downs and I need to remember how lucky I am. I know I am lucky. I am thrilled to be lucky. It's just that every once in a while I wish I could stop the earth from turning on its axis for just a moment, or even be able to completely stop time like Hiro does every week on the series Heroes, to give myself some time to breathe, to take it all in without spiraling through these early childhood years at warp speed.

But . . . on a more successful note, my time sitting around watching television has enabled me to power through a couple more baby blankets. I made this little number for a friend who just had a little boy.


I actually had to pry it out of Thing 3's hands because she had a death grip on it at one point, assuming perhaps that I must have knit it for her. Hers is far less fluffy and soft these days, so I guess she figured she could score another one if she played her cards right. I'm working on a couple others now too, for two friends due with babies in the next couple months. If I get back into blogging I may never get them done.

And what would those poor, defenseless babes do without a soft as a bunny blankey to snuggle up with?