Twenty-something year olds

If her belly wasn't exactly a basketball I'd have let her enjoy open gym without my annoying. But her husband was adorable, shy, and their almost two year old was dependent on their union. Having been swept together, I'd guess, with so much potential for happiness, once acceptance arrived to stay.

I ignored him first, because he expected my attention. Let him sit between the worlds I imagined. One where he was free, yup untethered. The other...love of his life, and he'd claimed her. Earlier than maturity would support with good reasons.

So they were a set, and I told her she looked adorable while pregnant. Measuring small? No, always skinny, she apologized like my judgment mattered. This is my fifth, I shared, and with each one I grew wider, I lied. Oh you can't tell, and thirty-six? I'd never....

When the...

Out of order

Until the new one arrives, apparently. Another typical Thursday leaning hopefulesque towards "Endless Mondays" because it would take that four day stretch to reconnect my mind. Oh, I'm existing, and around me family thrives.

While I agonize over blog titles, setting things straight, right-handed typing (the left one gave out), and whatever uphelpful angles I can prioritize. Collapsing into every fear, prejudice, and all the unrewarding fates I can create with my mind.

My mind's doing all the work these days, strutting its know-it-all until I shut it down. Because your time's coming merchant of zero fruit and all-responsibility. To stand in the background where I belong (no Freud's not invited). Sublime.

My world

Best pizza!

Successful moms everywhere strive to have traditional weekend pizza-making sessions, and not just view them on Walmart commercials. Mother's Day eve, happened to be the perfect time to begin our FIRST official night. Delish-us!!!

Attachment issues

I'd be surprised if not having any solid ideas or download-worthy pictures prevented me from at least trying to compile a post filled with nonsense.  I'm at my best when spewing nonsense, because at times thinking needs to be put on hold, lest it becomes arrogance and thinks it's everything.

Back in yer place, thinking brain.  I've followed all of my rituals to the tee, making my second round of Senseo/Stash teas as I wait.  Because somewhere at the bottom of habit, creative brain reigns.  And it is there I'm arriving, just remember.

Meet you.