These are allll the draft posts I have right now. Let’s play, ‘Where Was She Going With THAT?’
From a post I titled The Surprise (dated 11/25/2012):
Yesterday morning, M took Butter to his office computer, and together they planned out a vacation.
We have a video of his reaction to being told that the planning he’d done with Pop was happening then, but honestly, M said Butter did better and was more excited about planning the trip than actually being told.
I can’t even tell you how proud I am of my boys for how they went through the flight. There wasn’t a peep out of either of them, with the possible exception of Bear insisting he wanted his “iPad” [his VReader] and then rejecting every cartridge I tried to give to him. They actually settled in and watch The Little Mermaid on Pop’s laptop. Even though they probably couldn’t hear it, they seemed to enjoy it. [It held their attention, anyway.]
By the time we landed in Orlando, I think they finally understood for real what was going on. The entire way to dinner, Bear shouted, “Mickey! Mickey! Mama, Mickey!” It wasn’t nearly as annoying as I thought.
I can’t even lie, when I held Butter
It’s All His Fault (03/05/2013):
I have a bad habit.
I tend to fall asleep while I’m reading. And lately, it’s been happening more often, because I mean, duh. Work, husband, kids, keeping everyone fed, caring about what I look like [aka running], etc. It’s exhausting.
Last night, I got the boys all tucked into bed, did a load of laundry, and read a few blogs. Then I headed upstairs to soak in the tub & read, followed by bed. Before 10 p.m. I’m telling you, I live a charmed life. I was reading my bible when M came home from work. Bear had been restless all night, so I was used to hearing him over the monitor. No big deal. He started to whine shortly after M went back downstairs, and then I figured out what it was.
M left the hallway light on. Which, dude. We save money when you turn off the lights & our power company has started this new program where we actually EARN MONEY TOWARD OUR BILL if we get all kinds of saver points during the month. In other words: turn off the lights when you leave a room, which I’ve been trying to
beatcoax into your head for the last, oh, eight years.
Last night, I was reading Let’s Pretend This Never Happened
Why I Can’t Write Things Down (04/23/2013):
I realized this about the time we started planning for our trip to Disney World last year.
I couldn’t make lists, because Butter can read. But then I thought, ‘Hey, I’ll write them in cursive! He can’t read cursive!’
EXCEPT HE CAN.
I found that out the hard way.
When Last We Met (06/19/2013):
I was talking about the sabbatical, correct?
It was lovely.
A Look Inside My Head (07/08/2013):
Surprisingly, this is not a post about Moyamoya. I know you’re all shocked. [Though I did find someone via Facebook who lives maybe 15 minutes from where I do who also has it.]
This is . . .
I don’t know. There’s a lot going on up there. A lot of I don’t want to, you can’t make me. And if that doesn’t make sense to you, I apologize, because I don’t think I’m going to make it any better in the process of writing this post.
There are a lot of things I don’t want to do lately. I don’t want to do laundry. I don’t want to wash dishes. I don’t want to be bothered by my boys some days. I don’t want to read. I don’t want to listen to music. I don’t want to do anything.
I think a lot of it has to do with the heat. We went from nice, warm days to OMGOPPRESSIVEHEAT in like, five minutes.
Gut Punches (08/06/2013):
There are few things that are like punches in the gut to me.
Hearing [way after the fact] that someone I love was hospitalized. Seeing one of my boys hurt for some reason. My babies growing up is a big one, actually. Reading blog posts about other babies who are whisked off to the NICU.
That last one? Is probably the only one that will put me in tears every. single. time.
It’s still really difficult for me to think about those terrifying 20 days in 2010, when I didn’t know whether my baby was or was not going to come home with me, eventually.
And that’s not something I thought I could ever say about an appointment with a neurologist.
But it is what I am, and yeah. I’m stoked about the way my most recent Moyamoya visit to HUP went.
I saw Dr. Messe on Tuesday afternoon. He had decided earlier in the year to not run an MRI & verified that with me when I sat down in his office. He was totally okay with it, because I’ve been doing pretty well this year. We went over all t he usual questions & then he did a quick exam. At one point, when he was checking my reflexes, he said, “Looking pretty awesome.” Which: music to my ears.
We’re sticking with the meds I’ve been on, because I’m doing pretty well. He recommended a neuro closer to us who was trained by him.
Clearly, I have a problem with stopping in the middle of sentences while I’m writing posts. There is one post in there I refuse to share because I wrote it when I started to get very cranky about something I saw on Facebook. It’s the lone post that is finished. I just won’t post it until I’ve given it some more thought.
How often do you start posts & not finish them?