I was looking back over the past few weeks on the calendar, and thinking about how neglected my poor little blog has been. And I realized something: how often I post is inversely proportional to how much time my husband can spend at home and AVAILABLE. When JR is gone (as he is, AGAIN this week) or when he is home, but spending large quantities of that time on his phone or laptop, blogging doesn't even cross my mind.
It's not just a lack of time or energy to sit down and write. It's that I don't even THINK about writing. It used to be that, as I moved through my day, I would get little snippets of ideas and think to myself, "That might be fun to explore on the blog." Or Grasshopper would do or say something so hilarious, so sweet, or so infuriatingly naughty that immediately I'd say, "That is soooo getting blogged!"
Now, if I'm really lucky, that little something funny will get "micro-blogged" on Twitter, but usually, I barely even register it. I'm missing out on some good stuff, people, and I don't like it.
Now that rarely laying eyes on my husband has become the "new normal" I need to find a way of adjusting my thoughts out of what I've come to think of as Survival Mode (just get through the next ten minutes, the next hour, the next meal, the next day, the next week) and into a place where there is room in my own head for ME.
I guess I'll let you know how that goes.