Well! I just gave Blogger some [solicited] feedback on their new interface for blog authors. My review included the words "lame-o" and "profesh" (with an indication that it wasn't the latter). Reverted right back to the old style, yes indeedy I did!
I'm sorry I've been MIA from the blogging world for so long. It just kinda happened. I felt like I needed a break from the social media world in general, and while I by no means performed a complete fast -- I'm a heck of a lurker -- I do think I benefited from staying quiet for a little while. As I've mentioned before, I've found young motherhood to be a rather lonely road, and I think I made the mistake of putting too many eggs in the virtual-sense-of-community basket. Backing off a bit, focusing more on in-person friendships, and accepting that most of my daytime hours involve communication with just one other person -- my 14-month-old daughter -- have all helped to give me a fresh perspective.
That's not all, of course. The fact is, the aforementioned 14-month-old usually protests vociferously when I attempt to use the computer, so that puts me in a bit of a pickle. I wasn't online much this past week because we were visiting my family in beautiful Ohio once again. There's a bit more to it, but I'm gonna be a big ol' meanie and leave that for another time.
But lest anyone rush to conclusions, I will say this: I am not pregnant. I do have a related story, though. I recently thought that maybe just maybe (and it really was a stretch to even think it) I might possibly be expecting. Colin knew of these thoughts, so we were both just sort of waiting around, wondering. When I realized I was not, I delivered the news by telling him, "You're a daddy, but Elise is not a sister." He looked bewildered for a moment. "I'm not pregnant," I explained.
"Oh, I wondered...I was gonna say, we've always known she's white."
I SH*T YOU NOT.
I LOVE THAT MAN.