It's really hard keeping a blog. It's hard thinking of things to write about on a regular basis when you're life is grocery trips and diapers. But I really think it helps keep me sane. A few minutes of alone-time each night should be compulsory for anyone that reads "That's not my Dinosaur" fifteen times in a row.
Tonight when Jorma came home, I cornered him in the kitchen and breathlessly babbled about each item I had purchased at the grocery store, while he smiled and nodded. I even lead him over to the pantry to show him the Frappacino. I started to go into a rant about how Food Lion doesn't have the fruit cups of apples and peaches in 100% juice like Harris Teeter does, but his eyes were starting to glaze over at this point, so I spared him. He never looked at me like I was crazy once though. Which just makes me love him all the more.
Now that it's just Connor and me during the day, I really look forward to Jorma coming home so that I can tell him about all of the laundry I've done and how many diapers I've changed. And then because he's actually left the house, he has exciting news and information from the outside world. News about spreadsheets and lunch at Wendy's. His life is sooo much more exciting than mine. I get to hear words like, ass-rocket and Active Directory... although usually not in the same sentence.
For me, by the end of the day it's a struggle to find what is good and funny and interesting to write about. But I like finding the bright spot, it keeps me sane. Or maybe it's just the time alone.
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