Today I have done very little but cuddle and feed a baby. Oh and cuddle and read to smallest. Oh, and interact with Big. Talk to small. Assist in negotiating a settlement over some broken headphones from two months ago. Receive visitors. Have food brought to me in bed. Get twitchy over lack of blogging. (smartphones don’t cut it for proper, empty your head blogging, and I seem to have do much in my head right more, indirectly proportioned to the energy in my body.)
I want to write. Want to spill all of this out, empty my brain, feel calm. I do feel calm with respect to the baby, but everything else is bubbling over.
Tomorrow I’m getting up, I’ve decided. I will shower and dress and we will specs the morning educating, though I’m hoping for an afternoon nap. I almost got one this afternoon, but the phone rang and the toddler shouted and the house just wasn’t quiet. And I’m assuming that I will get very little sleep tonight.
I did spend time on twitter. Smartphone, often one handed, from bed. Connection to the world. I may have answered some emails. And yes, perhaps this is something of a blogpost. But not a tenth of what is in my head.
How can someone so small and new have such an amazing effect on all our lives? I don’t ever want to forget this. And if I don’t find the words to capture it now, I will.
And that is what blogging is really about.
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