I feel a little scatterbrained, lately.
Not, for those who know me, like that is something new. I'm a little chaotic, with random bits of selective organizational tendencies. At any given time I have this running list of things in my head that I could do, would like to do, need to do, and it takes a discipline that I'm still trying to develop to keep everything straight and prioritized.
My desk is cluttered. My closets are a joke. But I can find time to record cute Cambrie stories, make a fancy dinner here and there, and hyper-organize the incoming loads of cute, little boy things. This is all normal, for me.
But I feel it a little more lately--my "managed chaos" is fraying just a little more at the edges. If people ask me to do something, no matter how much I'd like to, I think twice about agreeing because I'm afraid I'm going to forget. If a number, or an item for a shopping list, or some essential project for the next day isn't written down, there is little hope of it being remembered. This is a little less normal.
Though a little frustrated with my constant struggle to keep it all together, I'm not really worried. I know pregnancy hormones have to do with it, and there's been a lot more for me think about and a little less sleep for me than normal lately. My plan is that it's temporary. But it still bugs me.
The reason I'm sharing this now is that this same extra dose of...jumble?...means I'm a lot less likely to think in stories. This makes it harder to think of posts I want to share. A year ago I would have had a number of cute ideas centered around fun stories or poignant moments or sweet pictures, but for now, all I can manage (within the realm of effort I usually spend on blogging) are little fragments.
Well, if fragments are all I can manage, then, for now at least, we'll just go ahead with the "something is better than nothing" philosophy I sported earlier.
First, did you know that Patrick turned another year older? Imagine a fun, food-centered post here. He requested cookie pizzas. I made one chocolate chip with cream cheese icing, and one with both chocolate and peanut butter chips. Cambrie, of course, helped, and then colored a piece of paper to wrap his present in. Evidence:
Next, after months of feeling gross and unkempt because my hair was tootootoo long, I finally got it cut. Verdict? I love it. I should have gone this short before. Even on do-nothing days it is easier to deal with and looks slightly more presentable than it did when it was long and in need of a trim. Soooo I'm happy. And you should all be, too, because I hate posting pictures of myself. Enjoy:
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| By the by, the bottom left picture (and the similar one below) are at about 32 weeks pregnant. Sorry I haven't done more belly pictures--I guess it's just not as exciting the second time around. That and I feel considerably less "cute" this pregnancy, as compared to three years ago with Cambrie. |
Finally, here is the small selection of Easter pictures I promised. Cambrie had fun in her new dress, but, as you can tell by that bottom picture, she was pretty pooped by the end of the day. It took her about five minutes of Pocahontas to be out cold. I don't know why, but my favorite part of that picture is her owl PJs under her Easter dress. It's just classic Cambrie.
So there are a few more fragments. I make no promises of posts to come, because we all see how well that usually works out. However, I do hope to keep posting something, even if infrequently and with scatterbrained content. Hopefully things will get a little clearer and in control (even if busier and more complicated) within a few months of baby boy making his debut.
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