Woman, appearing to be mid 20's, wearing rumpled clothes (may or may not have crusted food, dried snot, and spit-up stains in places). Her hair is partially dry with many fly-aways.
Town-house in Hampton Roads, sitting in the living room, surrounded by various baby/toddler related items. There may be a dirty diaper and some scattered trash around her feet to add to the atmosphere. It is mid-May.
Woman starts up the website and receives this message "who are you again? when you sign in, do you still remember your username? what about that password? Ha, fail!"
She types in several recently used strings of letters and characters, and just happens to find the correct combination for the username AND password. KUDOS to her!
As the page loads, a bewildered look comes over her face "this is my VALENTINE'S DAY background," she muttered to herself. Has it really been that long?
She brushes it off, and decides that hearts are now acceptable year-around motifs. She uses the track pad to brush the cobwebs from the tabs, blows the dust away, and grabs the dust-buster to catch the dust-bunnies.
"I need to let them know that I didn't give up. I need to let them know that I am still alive!" Her determination is oozing from each pore. It's almost disgusting, really.
Between keeping the bambino's stomach filled, the clothes washed (snort!), the house semi-decluttered, she was left with only a smattering of energy for internet. And that was used up on a online course called ECCCO. It was selfish and took more than was available, leaving deficits in every area of her life.
This morning, she entered the course, and to her shock, elation, and unbelief, she found there were only two tests left! She knocked out one of them, and decided that the blog would no longer be pushed the bottom of the pile. She pulled it out, did the aforementioned cleaning, and here she sits.
I haven't fallen off the earth. We've weathered a few milestones. Brendon had his first noticeable fever a few weekends ago. I was a bit worried, and we were out of town. Due to feeling crummy, he slept crummy, and therefore I slept crummy. Thankfully, it didn't disrupt his new-found sleeping habit. He still sleeps through the night, from about 630/7 till 6am. Some times he'll go back to sleep, some times I take him to Tita's house, and some times, like today, I give him breakfast early and fill his tummy up and put him back to sleep for a few more hours.
We're working on hand coordination, like waving, clapping, high-fiving, and blowing kisses. Why walk when you can crawl or have someone carry you? He's eating all sorts of foods, his newest is rice cakes. Messy, but easily soluble. We tried cereal bars, but he stuffs his mouth full and starts to gag, so those are on hold.
That's about it on the home front. I think I hear him stirring, so I'd better wrap it up while I can. I miss writing fiction.