All I can think about these days is blogging. Every time my mind wanders, that’s where it goes. Ideas, phrases, revisions, revisits… I feel like a dieting person who can’t stop thinking about steak. I can’t tell whether this is a nudge to find some solution to my current logistical hurdles (i.e. all the little children, all the time), or an unhealthy obsession. It’s probably the latter.
Speaking of unhealthy obsessions, I had such an election-day hangover on Wednesday. Whoo-wee, was I in a funk. Mostly because of Trump’s growing number of delegates and Rubio’s exit from the race, but also because too few people viewed my post and told me how right I was.
I just can’t describe how much this Donald Trump thing is bothering me. I honestly think his election, should it come to pass (please Lord, no) would be second only to September 11th in the ranking of Worst Things I’ve Ever Lived Through. Every time I think about it my blood pressure skyrockets.
So it is a DARNED GOOD THING that spring is beginning to make itself obvious. We’ve had such nice weather lately and I’ve been trying to overcome my homebody tendencies to take advantage of it.
I’m getting really eager for summer.
Another good thing? This girl. My, how I love her.
With each of my other babies, I experienced periods of resentment during the newborn period. (Can I say that?) No, beloved boys who might one day read this – the resentment had nothing to do with you. I’m totally chalking it up to hormones, to those lovely baby blues. But this time I haven’t experienced them at all. (I have felt right on the edge of them, if that makes any sense, but I haven’t actually crossed over.) And it has been so, so nice to be able to look at my baby in full confidence that I’ll just feel love, not a mixed-up combination of love, dread, love, sadness, love, guilt, and love. (Did I mention love enough times there, boys? Because the love was always there too, right alongside the dread.)
In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I made shepherd’s pie and Irish soda bread for dinner last night. I was proud of myself.
Oh – and green cookies, which didn’t come out of the oven until 8:30 pm, so I was all, “Hurry, hurry boys! Eat those cookies quickly so we can brush your teeth!”
(See, I’m such a bad blogger I didn’t even bother to make that picture all pretty-like. Nope, just a quick snap of yesterday’s cookies in a plastic storage bowl.) I got the recipe (to which I added lots of green food coloring) from an infinitely better blogger.
Oh, hey, I made a couple of flower arrangements recently for my mom and grandmom’s birthdays. I’m proud of myself for them too. Totally worth staying up until 2am.
On a more serious note, those of you who have been reading for some time (or who are friends or family) might know that my mother-in-law has been living with us for a couple of years.
Well, almost exactly two years after she moved in, Hilde is getting ready to leave. It just wasn’t working. I would appreciate any prayers you could offer over the next couple of weeks that the transition goes smoothly for all involved. Vielen Dank.
Baby toes. Aren’t baby toes a great cure for what ails you?
Well, I’m off to my favorite two hours of the week: Diane Rehm’s Friday News Round-Up. Let’s hope I can keep my blood pressure down.
Have a great weekend, everyone. Be sure to stop over to Kelly’s to check out all the other Quick Takes!
7 thoughts on “Spring and Baby Toes Are Good For the Soul: 7 Quick Takes Friday (Vol. 40)”
Baby toes are the BEST. And I love her darling little smiles during what must have been a lovely dream!
Julie, I so enjoy each and every one of your posts! Your insight to everyday issues, whether politics, religion or family life , are always spot on. And to let you know, there are many of us who feel exactly the same about Trump! Please continue to share your thoughts, experience and humor…love you and your entirely delightful family!!!!♡♡♡
Ditto about Trump and the baby toes!
Those are seriously some of the cutest baby toes I’ve ever seen!
And I have felt postpartum resentment all mingled together with guilt and love every time, so … I’m hoping it’s okay to say that!! Glad you are doing well. 🙂 (Except for Trump.)
Love this post! Especially the smiles and toes.
I am constantly scribbling down notes for the blog. I feel your pain. It also leads to about a dozen half written posts.
I’m impressed that you’re managing to blog at all what with the baby – if I had one that cute I wouldn’t want to think about anything else 😉 If your boys do see this, I’m sure they’ll understand that post baby blues have nothing to do with whether you love them. If anything, perhaps it’s because you feel OK not listening to the “you must be this kind of mommy” nuts.