Sunday Morning, and All is (not) well…

  • Posted on January 11, 2009 at 14:41

Sleep…ah…sleep…

To sleep…perchance…to dream…

So many people talk about sleep, and how much they don’t get. It’s the thing, you know, for us mummy bloggers. It’s all consuming.

I don’t get enough sleep.

No, I don’t get enough continuous sleep.  And, really, it sucks.

For those of you that followed me at my old digs, you know that I have 2 young boys.  Boys are active.  Boys, at least, my boys, fight sleep.  They greet the day with love and abandon.  It’s fabulous.  I just wish it wouldn’t happen at 6 am!  (For what it’s worth, I know that once they’re teenagers, I’ll be dragging their sorry butts out of bed and wishing for the days when they got up with a smile.  This doesn’t help me today.)

It also doesn’t help that the neighbours across the street are asshats, and contracted someone to come and plow their driveway at 2:45 am, thus waking up Linus.  This wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, however Stewie was not sleeping well, and coughing up a lung beside me.

It was a long night.

What does it all mean?

  • Posted on January 10, 2009 at 04:03

Besides nothing, that is?

Ephemerence – from ephemeral…

lasting a very short time; short-lived; transitory: the ephemeral joys of childhood.

Enigmatica – from enigmatic…

resembling an enigma; perplexing; mysterious.

Doesn’t say much, really.  Nonsense words, perhaps, a la Lewis Carroll.

Sometimes, I like to play with words.  It’s been a long time since I’ve done it.  It’s been a long time since I’ve done a lot of things.  This, too, must change.  Blog fodder for another day.

Happy weekend!

The time has come, the walrus said…

  • Posted on January 8, 2009 at 14:53

Welcome to my new home.  Perhaps you followed me from my previous site, or perhaps you happened upon me in another way.  However you got here, I’d like to welcome you, and invite you in.  Come, stay a while.  Say hello, make yourself at home.

It’s a new year, or thereabouts, and it’s time to start fresh.

There are a lot of reasons I’ve moved here.  Not to get into too much detail, but I didn’t feel welcome, sometimes, at my previous home.  I don’t think that came out quite right.  There were people there, people that would visit, but never make themselves known.  People that would look for problems, look for issues, and make things difficult.

I don’t want those people here.  I don’t want to censor my feelings because others might get offended.  I’m all for respectful dialogue, but you know?  This is my home, and therefore we follow my rules.

Okay, glad I got that out!

What, then, are the rules to be followed?

Simple.  Be nice.  Listen. Agree, or disagree, it’s okay. Remember that there are real people behind the words, and they have feelings.  Oh, and the most important one – it is not about you.  Or you.  Or even you.  In this place, it is about me.  You may be included, and you may be watching, but ultimately, it’s about me.

So, let me tell you about myself.

I’m many things. In no particular order, I am…

A mom.

A wife.

A friend.

A woman.

An artist.

An entrepreneur.

A teacher.

I welcome you to my new home.