Mute

I’m really struggling with the next thing to say. (Still.)

I don’t know why.

I feel blocked. I feel blah.

I’m toying with some Memory Lane ideas: jury duty (sucked), best date ever (meteor shower with Dan).

I am probably going to post about Lent at the end of Lent, but I gotta tell you, it’s been a very uneven 40 days so far.

I’m putting together my Project: Food Budget post for tomorrow, and I can’t even write up a shopping list. For the record, I’m blocked up at work, too, which is not good. I work at writing copy, and while I usually find it pretty easy to do, I’m not this week (and didn’t last week).

I’m wondering if it has to do with the seasonality of my grief for Gabriel. Or the season in general.

In the meantime, though, I did text my husband. Because I wanted to tell him that I wanted to talk to him.

It wasn’t a “we need to talk” text. I’d just like to have the space to sit down and have a friendly conversation. Doesn’t have to be about anything vital — kid schedules, house cleaning, money. It’d be nice if it weren’t about any of that. I’d like it to not take place at 9:30 p.m. as I’m getting ready to end my day with a little bit of reading.

Maybe that’s why I’m not posting. Because rather than saying things, I just want to talk a little bit. That means listening, too.

What do you want to talk about?

Meme Me

I am honestly having trouble coming up with things to write about. All I have in my head lately is all the stuff I have to do to get us out of town this weekend, and get my house “redd up” for my parents, who will be staying here overnight in our absence.

Monkey and I had a funny conversation about seeing through brains two nights ago, but it was one of those “had to be there” moments.

Like the other day, too, when I took Bun home early from a party we were attending (she had not napped that day, and she was a crazy girl at the party, and DearDR and I just couldn’t keep chasing after her), and she was quite put out with me. Pulling into the driveway, she was chewing on the zipper on her coat.

“Are you hungry?” I asked her. “Do you want some dinner? Do you want some yogurt?”
“No,” Bun responded with a pout. “I don’ like dinner. I don’ like yogut.”
“Oh,” I said. “What do you like?”
“I like Daddy,” she said definitively. “I like Monkey.”

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I need a repository of memes from which to draw. ClumberKim’s got one up at her place I am probably going to “borrow”. If there’s a meme you like or you’ve done lately, please share.

I’m heading out of town this weekend, too, so I have to schedule some posts. Better crack out the camera, too. If nothing else, I can show you some cute pictures of my kids!

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Countdown to Cook Forest: One day. A little more ready today, but it’s going to be a late night, and a crazy Friday.