I’ve been in a bit of a blogging funk lately. I haven’t felt much like posting, nor have I had any earth-shattering news to post about. Really, my funk has spread out over much of my life. I haven’t felt like working at work, I’m really behind on the housework, I’ve been eating whatever I want, and I haven’t been running very much. I only ran 10.1 miles total last week. I have spent the majority of my free time daydreaming and searching the internet for places to move my family, but then I systematically shoot down every one of them. Usually it is for a good reason though: wages not enough for Ben to stay at home. And then sometimes I start to panic about ME being the breadwinner. Isn’t that the man’s job? I’ve actually only sent one application (to Palmer Alaska), although I’ve filled out others.
I’m not sure what I need to pull myself out of this funk. Usually I love this time of year. I’m such a cold-weather person, and the thought of winter makes me giddy. But this year I just feel blasé about the whole “changing seasons” thing. Actually I feel that way about pretty much everything.
At least my kids are cute.
Yesterday on the way to daycare, Gracelin told me that she was going to grow up to be a princess. My response was, “oh really? Are you going to marry a handsome prince and live happily ever after?” “No,” she said, “I’m going to marry a husband!”
And Bryn continues to be the “potty prodigy”. She went twice last week at daycare, after asking to go. This morning, she woke up with a dry diaper, and after 10 minutes of being awake, she was still dry. I took her potty and nothing happened, so I put her diaper back on. A few minutes later she ran over to daddy with a funny look on her face. “’scuse me” she said, pointing to her diaper. She had peed, and thought she needed to excuse herself. Too cute!