I've tried for awhile to write a blog post. Sometimes I look at the blinking cursor thingy and I drift off to sleep. Other times Joe jumps in my lap. Once I think I wrote half a post, it somehow got deleted and I turned into the spawn of Satan.
I've been feeling like this lately:
I have been super tired and super pissy. In the beginning of my pregnancy I was really hormonal in the sad/depressed way. Now I've just been mad and easily irritated. (My poor young neighbors upstairs have their days numbered where I will tolerate their loud TV.)
So here is a mish mash of stuff I've wanted to write about.
On Sunday afternoon Ryan and I went to the Kansas City symphony. It was a Christmas present from my father in law. I felt like such a grown up going but I knew I would feel like a kid because the music we would be listening to was music from Disney movies. I had never before been to the symphony so I was super excited.
We had excellent seats and the music was simply amazing. The vocalists sounded just like the characters in the movies. And guess what I did. I cried. They were showing clips from the movies and from Disney World and a whole bunch of childhood memories came flooding back to me. I've been stressed with money and finances and the future and it was nice to escape to a world where my only worries were if we had enough popsicles and if mom would let me go to a sleepover.
My mind also drifted to Joe and how his childhood is really starting to take-off. He loves Toy Story and Cars and I can see his love for adventure and make believe growing. Just thinking about his innocence make me all weepy.
I've been slacking on my blogging. That doesn't really bother me. I'm pretty sure there aren't any people who are sitting anxiously by their computers waiting for a new post from me. But what I feel bad about is my lack of commenting on y'alls posts. There are times I've noticed that some of my regular commentors haven't really been commenting as much. I was racking my brain as to why that was when I realized how little I comment. I'm not saying that these people aren't commenting because I'm not commenting on their posts. But the reason I don't comment is because I'm just plain tired. And perhaps that is the same reason why some people don't comment on my posts. (My Lord, that's a lot of typing the word "comment")
I want to comment. I have comments in my head I just sometimes don't have the energy to write it all out. Other times I plan on going back to comment but forget. So I am reading your blogs! I do care about what you write! I haven't dropped off the face of the earth.
Perhaps this is another reason I don't comment or blog: