May 13, 2011

Throat Clearing

I’m blogging again. Few people know that I blogged before, but I know. So I feel it’s important to welcome myself back. A lot has happened since 2005, when I hung up my other blog and devoted my attention to the mania of getting pregnant. Don’t worry, I won’t recount it here. It involves a lot of Eva, and she’s way too big and marvelous to fit on this screen.

But what shall I recount in this, my first, entry? Hmm…

I wonder if Eva minds that I still blame mommy-brain for my reduced mental faculties even though she’s four (“and a half ALMOST five!”). I don’t think she notices.

And speaking of mommy-brain…Can it have anything to do with objects disappearing within an afflicted mommy’s house? In the last few weeks, I have been unable to locate (I refuse to say I have lost) my razor, my bright red scissors, three placemats from my set of six formal placemats, and my cushy slippers. David found my slippers under the fold-away laundry bin, but he can’t find the other things.

Somewhere in my house, there’s a brownie* with silky legs and a fresh pixie-cut making place settings for herself and two of her closest friends. Wonder what she’s going to serve? I don’t have Nutella in the pantry right now. That’s what I would want, if I were a brownie. That’s what I would want if I were me.

And Strawberries.

*I had no idea when I started Girl Scouts in second grade that people were supposed to be giving us “small gifts or food” in return for our helpfulness. They really should have told us.


I found your razor.

by David on May 14, 2011 at 9:38 pm. #

I love the idea of you blogging. I miss you, old friend.

by Amy on May 15, 2011 at 12:24 am. #

Thanks! I miss you too. I was just thinking about Carmina Burana the other day.

by wendy on May 15, 2011 at 10:44 pm. #