A post about not posting

If I had the time and energy to blog everything I’ve wanted to share with you…

 …I’d write a humorous (or humourous, for you Canadian folk), yet poignant essay about taking the The Drama Queen and Miss Attitude school-clothes shopping a couple weeks ago.  I’d tell you what a great day we had, just the three of us girls shopping together; I’d tell you how much fun it was to go shopping with them, now that they’re getting old enough to really enjoy clothes-shopping; and I’d tell you how I alternated between grinning absurdly and tearing up, so full was my heart.

…I’d post more about going off my antidepressants.  I’d share with you how horribly, horribly tough it was that first weekend; how I was curled in a ball on the couch, crying uncontrollably; how, long after the crying jags were over, I felt frequent “zaps” – like sudden electrical surges – going through my body several times an hour, making my face, hands and arms tingly and thoroughly freaking me out.

…I’d tell you that the worst of the withdrawal seems to be behind me, and that I’ve started to see glimpses of someone from my past, someone I haven’t seen in a very long while…ME.  And wow, hi, how are you, it’s really good to see Me again.

…I’d write about my current state, that of perpetual nervous wreck, because despite happily failing a home pregnancy test, I STILL haven’t started my period.  I had my tubes tied after Big Boy was born, so I really shouldn’t worry; but my last period was June 12th, fer cryin’ out loud.  Enough already with the worrying and waiting.

…I’d tell you about Big Boy’s evaluation with the speech therapists, who assessed his current speech development at 18 months (he’s 26 months old), and how, rather than being worried or stressed out about the prospect of the speech therapy and the work we have ahead of us, I’m actually relieved that we’re doing something about his speech delay, and I’m eager to get his therapy started.

…I’d wow you with a post about my awesome husband, and how HE planned a day for the two of us to celebrate our anniversary and my birthday, how HE made arrangements for his parents to keep the kids yesterday so he and I could go to [larger town an hour away where we go for doctor appointments and shopping] for dinner and a movie, how the whole thing was HIS idea, and how HE actually started planning it over a month ago.

…I’d tell you how much fun Deputy Dad and I had yesterday, giggling like prepubescent boys at the crude humor (humour) of Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby; how we held hands as we walked through the mall together; how we stuffed ourselves unmercifully at the Outback and groped each other inappropriately on the drive home.

…I’d write another humorous (humourous) essay about treating myself to a bra fitting for my birthday yesterday, and how the sweet little sales girl who offered to measure me had NO CLUE, really, what she was doing, but turned out to be quite helpful anyway.  And of course I’d tell you how my girls are now traveling in style, resting in heavenly Microsateen, wire-free bliss.

So much to tell you…so little time for posting.  And now, I’m off again, to break up a squabble between Kid #1 and Kid #2 and to placate Kid #3, who is terribly cranky and fussy today after staying up waaay too late last night and then refusing to sleep in this morning.  Hugs, y’all!


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