Jami Waxes Thoughtful

I haven't blogged much lately, starting with vacation where I didn't have internet access and really, as much as I love to write, just didn't have it in me to dig out the laptop and commit thoughts to the virtual paper. Of course, getting back from vacation also meant laundry, cleaning and getting ready for our fall schedule. And, oh yeah, this here baby that will apparently be born at some point. With all that and the ability to commit brief thoughts to FaceBook, I just haven't been here as much. I do think of blog posts, mostly as I am drifting off to a restless slumber each night, but by morning, the posts in my head have slipped away. Naps are big now, I need them to avoid falling asleep while cooking or driving. Writing is one of my joys, and one of my sanity-keepers, and yet, how is it that it is one of the first things I let slip away? Do I really *need* to check my FaceBook Farmville Farm one more time instead of brain dumping into a blog? Logically no, but the farm I can manage while watching mindless shows, and the blog I feel required to put creative effort into. I actually got to read entire books while on vacation, reading while giving them my entire undivided attention for more than 3 minutes at a time, a rare luxury indeed. It felt as though I'd found an old friend living next door who I thought had moved to Abu Dhabi. This past weekend I went out for drinks (okay, soft drinks for me) with a few former coworkers. An event which had been so commonplace I never gave it two thoughts in a row became a major event for me: food and drinks with adults, and since they were guys, no mommy talk. I guess I am thinking about how the things I used to consider normal and essential for my mental health are now rare treats. Also long, hot bubble baths. What else has slipped away with barely a notice? Don't get me wrong, there are new things that to some extent have replaced some of these - mom's night out, though only once a month and with lots of mommying talk has replaced drinks with the guys. MOPS definitely keeps me from wanting to drive my car off a bridge. You can't beat cuddling with a sleepy toddler. It happened so fast and so slow. I had almost not noticed, and yet couldn't miss it. This is how our lives change.