Tuesday, October 9, 2012
In Which I Pull Up My Emotional Socks, Slightly
Thanks for your words of support and advice on my rant o'horrors.
Today I tried to shake off my malaise and embrace the life I have chosen. The life I love. Yes, one of the shocking things one must come to terms with on having children is that your right to be gloriously lazy is curtailed FOREVER, and replaced with a proximity to poo that you never dreamed possible. Yes, housework disappears like smoke, like it never happened at all. Yes, stepping on Lego hurts like fuck.
But I breathed in as I stood on the deck this morning and thought hard about the coffee in my hand, the healthy children squabbling inside, the friends down the road always ready to make me laugh, and the life in my lungs, which I take for granted way too often.
Today after school the kids and I started learning clarinet via YouTube. After dinner the whole family danced to Loudon Wainwright. And in the bath tonight, I ate chocolate while I read Julia Child's memoir about life in 1950's Paris.
Life, it's full on. It's sublime. It's ball breaking. And if you're lucky, it all just keeps on rolling in.