July 3rd? Really?
I’ve opened this space so many times to fill in the large gap in posting, but I just couldn’t really come up with anything that wasn’t a. a baby update, or b. another update on the Mini’s speech delay (getting better, but it’s still painfully slow). I was going to post something about Mini-isms, and all the cute things he says (like, how he calls his friend at school Potato, because he has a hard time saying Matteo. Or how he says skebadee for spaghetti), so that I can look back on it later and laugh. But it just wasn’t flowing and it sounded painfully boring.
Then I realized, oh, hey, I’ve been blogging for seven years. SEVEN YEARS! I can’t believe that I’ve kept at something this long. Normally, I fail epically at something of this nature, especially “journal writing”, because usually what I write sounds completely retarded and I end up burning the journal. Since I can’t set the internet on fire, and everything is indexed, I’m painfully aware just how stupid a lot of this stuff really is. And now I can cherish it always. This blog has been so many things. I’ve never felt I’ve fit into one genre of writing. I’ve been the single girl. The married girl, the career girl, the infertility girl, and now the mommy blogger. I’ve made lots of friends from this blog. Lost friends. Gotten friends back, made enemies.
I’m not really quitting, because for some stupid reason, this thing has become a part of my life and I can’t quit. I don’t have a lot to say right now. Not sure if this is me taking a break or not. This is me saying, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with this space right now.