Because No One Is Shiny
If you've been around here awhile, you may have noticed that it's quieter than usual.
I had a baby. Here she is.
Yes, she's cute (and clearly Team Peeta), but going from two kids to three requires the work of multiple superheroes and a few bottles of wine. I am in possession of neither, so my family eats a lot of pasta and I settle for doing all tasks in two minutes increments. (Great for pushups, terrible for showers.)
Today, a friend asked me if I had written blog posts ahead of time in preparation for Annie being a time suck. I did. But I haven't shared them. Why?
Because I don't want you to think that I have time to write blog posts. I don't want you to see the shiny Internet me and assume I'm just super good at juggling three tiny humans and fourteen jobs. I am not. And I am currently the opposite of shiny, the spit-up and boob sweat not withstanding.
Nobody is shiny, especially not me. So thanks for joining me in this space that's dirty with the real work of living authentically and seeing the truth despite that mean lady throwing shade in the Target line. For me, that means relaxing that I'm not able to share here as often. For you, it might just mean taking a breath and starting again tomorrow.
Until then, I hope you have a pint of Ben and Jerry's Tonight Dough to make you smile. I just now ate the last three bites of mine (who leaves three bites, Kendra, what is wrong with you?!), and it was lovely. Until it was gone. Then I cried. That's another story.
And if you have a minute while you're snacking and watching The Bachelorette, I invite you to let me know what you think of this space and how I can make it better for you. This survey is ten questions and will take you two minutes max. Do it during a commercial break, and you can miss out on Ray Liotta awkwardly flirting with you over a bottle of tequila. You're welcome.
Thanks for making this space something that I miss being part of. If you guys were jerks, I'd just watch more TV and not worry about it. Alas, jerks you are not, and I look forward to a baby who sleeps like a normal person so I can be one, too, and hang out with you more amen.