I hate that I haven’t written consistently since the beginning of the year.
I hate that there has been so much that has happened that I haven’t documented.
I hate that there has been so much that has happened that I now don’t know where to begin.
I hate that I am just too -tired -absentminded -busy -distracted -wrapped up in my own bubble to find the time to just write.
I hate that I just can’t force myself to do it.
If only writing was as easy as pushing record on the tape recorder.
Remember tape recorders? …Anybody? Anybody?
I’ve tried to write several times over the last few months only to feel completely overwhelmed. Between the swirl of events that have occurred these last few months and the absence of not keeping this place adequately updated, writing that next post basically requires a full re-introduction. Or at least a nod of acknowledgment.
In the last few months, we have been notified that our condo/apartment has sold, that we have to find a new place and move from said condo/apartment, and that our foreclosure date has been pushed back until August 6th. And if that wasn’t enough, we are also expecting baby #2. (Because obviously the best thing to do when faced with losing your house and moving everything you own again, is to drown your sorrows in hot passionate sex.)
We had anticipated starting to look for a new place a few months earlier than our lease was to expire as the weekend parties at the neighbor’s place, the barking pocket dog in the condo/apartment below us, and the encroaching walls as we outgrow the place were becoming unbearable but we just never thought we would have to do it this soon. It took a few weeks, but we managed to find the perfect place: it’s a house, with a backyard for Boo, 1700 square feet of living space (nearly 800 square feet more than our house!) for all of us, and it is located within driving distance to Bubba’s work so he can drive his work truck home every night. Now, if only we could get the current tenants to move out just a little bit sooner.
The move to the new place couldn’t have come at a better time. The new baby is due in October and it’s still early enough in my pregnancy that I shouldn’t be completely useless during the move. At the very least I’ll still be able to dictate where the boxes go from the comforts of the couch. We’ve been so busy between Boo, looking for a place, and now making arrangements to get moved into a place that this poor kid is already suffering from 2nd child syndrome. If only he knew what was in store for him.
Just write.
Thoughts will follow.
That is what I tell myself every time I sit down to try and write.
Maybe I should just sit here for a while longer.
