I haven't written on the blog for so long because I really don't know where to start.
Do I write about my feelings of Ryan starting Kindergarten? That is more of a book, not just a blog post. (Oh, and he can't get out of the car fast enough in the morning.)
About how I feel so strange about turning 36? (And no, I didn't just have to use a calculator to figure out how old I am. Maybe.)
About how I really don't like change. I remember being so upset when my Mother wanted to go from colored lights to all white lights on our Christmas tree. So, both of my babies being in school everyday is a big deal.
About my Dad calling last night to tell me about how he is updating their will and that I needed to know some of the details. I put my fingers in my ears and said "lalala....I'm not listening." Because if I don't listen and don't know then I don't have to think about it and it's not real.
The blog post that I could write if I chose to think about everything is so cliched that I almost can't bear my own thoughts. I'm not the only person that has had their baby start Kindergarten. I'm not the only person to experience these weird growing pains. Now that everyone in my house can go to the bathroom and brush their teeth BY THEMSELVES, what is my purpose? I know, parenting never ends. But it sure is easier when your worries are sleeping, eating, and changing diapers.
And now to finish this cliche of a blog post, I will leave you with the words of Stevie Nicks. She wrote Landslide at age 27. She is now 62 and still rocking.
Well I've been afraid of changing cause I've built my life around you.
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
