Hello, Blog. It’s been a while.
I wish I knew what to do with you.
So much has happened (or not happened due to “social distancing”, cancelled plans, etc.) in the (almost) six months since I last wrote.
New job. Working from home (all my concerns about the longer commute no longer matter since I am 100% remote for now.) More time with McLovin and RBG (who celebrated her first birthday a month ago.)
It seems like a whole new world.
And I am still here, hanging on.
One night last week I laid in bed with McLovin, and as I cuddled him to sleep – he is always in motion, so I enjoyed the stillness of cuddling him to sleep as he quickly dozed off – I thought to myself “Please don’t ever take this boy away from me.” To whom the thought was addressed I have no clue. But there was the thought, over and over.
I wonder if it is some sort of PTSD or does everyone beg the void to protect their children and their hearts like that?
Maybe I spend too much time following sad stories on Instagram.