The house is a lot quieter this morning after taking my sister-in-law and her twins to the airport. Will & Jonny had a wonderful time playing with cousins Tristan and Sam - and I had fun snuggling two squishy babies. Now today's work consists of cleaning up the aftermath, working on laundry, and attempting to clear our kitchen counters and rescue them from crazytown.
My brother comes in on Thursday evening, then leaves out Friday morning. My in-laws come on Friday or Saturday. We are keeping the air mattress filled up!
Beautiful day in Denver today - highs in the 70s, the sun is shining, and I have the windows open.
I'm trying to get back into blogging/writing again. I have a personal blog out there in the interwebz, but as my children get older I'm trying to decide the balance of oversharing information vs boring blogging. I want to be able to share stories about the boys, but am not sure about putting those out for anyone to have. I'm very protective of them - but at the same time, we live in a digital age and some information will be shared no matter what. I left Facebook, protected the Twitter account I use to tell W & J stories, and have generally minimized my social media footprint.
But, I cannot tell a lie. I do love an audience. And social media provides a person with instant approval and self-esteem boosts. This in itself can become addictive. Which is probably why I'm busy trying to find a way around my No-Facebook policy....starting with Pleonast.
I finally almost felt like a grown-up the other day. I took the train to downtown Denver, got off on the pedestrian mall stop, walked to the street shuttle and took it two stops down to the coffee shop, grabbed my coffee, and then walked to my orientation for grad school.
After making small talk with fellow grad students, I put on my coat and walked to the train in the rain. It was awesome. So nice and peaceful.
My son is sitting at his little table with a face of utter despair (and the howls to accompany it). The reason, you ask? His mean mother has just placed a familiar-looking plate in front of him. The same plate, in fact, that was at his place at the dinner table last night. I, the aforementioned mean mother, have had the audacity to re-serve him a quesadilla, rice, and a couple of bites of enchilada.
He cries plaintively, "My tummy is not full!"
I remind myself that no child ever willingly starved.
I also remember that there were many nights where I sat alone at the worn kitchen table at the house on Rockwood Court, as the broccoli slowly became a gelatinous lump of gluey gastric despair, sauced with the salty water of my tears.
So, much like many other cool people, I've left Facebook. Privacy concerns + developing awesome time-wasting habits = time to go. So of course, I'm looking for something to fill the gaping void in my life. I've been a Pleonast group-poster for a while, but haven't posted much here in the way of updates. That may or may not change - might be nice to see who is still out here in the Pleonast world.