I’m not sure how long it’s been since my last post, but I know it’s been a long time. I’ve sort of ignored this little blog of late, haven’t I? Back when O was an infant, I thought I was about as out-of-my-mind busy as I could ever be. Oh, hindsight, you are so 20/20, aren’t you?
Truth is, a four-year-old demands a lot more attention than a 6-month-old. IT’STRUEITELLYOU. My four-year-old has a lot more wants and needs than he did at six months, or even two years. And well, he’s a lot more VOCAL about them (although most who know him will probably tell you my little guy has never had an issue in the vocab department, especially when it came to telling you what he wanted). And as much as I might want to eschew my working mom guilt, truth is, when I’m not working, I want to spend as much time as possible with him. And part of that might be because of guilt. Or maybe it’s just because I really enjoy spending time with my kid. I’m not one of those moms who dreads her kids being home during spring break or can’t wait for their kids to go to bed. (Well, most of the time, anyway.) I’m NOT dissing moms who do–everyone has their something, every situation is different.
So, my daily schedule is often getuptakeotoschoolcomehomemakedinnerplay/go/dowithOgotobed. Writing blog posts doesn’t really fall into that schedule as easily as before. Because like I said in my piece on the ABC World News–I do not want my child to remember me bathed in the soft glow of a laptop screen. He comes first. Everything else comes second. I probably come in there somewhere near the bottom. And that’s OK, but it doesn’t leave much time for blogging.