Someday

I've been reading here and there long time bloggers claiming that blogging is "dead."  They may be onto something and it's had me thinking...

I started "blogging," or what I like to call "writing," online in 2005.  Back in the days when my kids were younger, my days were longer and I had not only more time in my day not occupied by sports, school and the social activities of my now older children, but also a seemingly endless amount of space in my head to ponder the journey otherwise known as parenting.

Things have certainly changed over the past few years.

It's not that I don't have anything to say, because I do.  I have lots to say. However, nowadays it's not as simple as having WORDS bounce around in my head and feeling the pull to get them out (and when I do, I can turn to facebook - blurt out something random and be done with it).  Nowadays, I have less and less time for that and I find (as many parents do) that as the kids get older, their need for more privacy increases.   Which means telling tales of their most embarrassing moments has now suddenly become off limits, unless you ply me with a bottle of red, then anything goes.

I used to bank on the fact that as the kids got out of diapers, out of the "baby" stage, I'd find myself with tons of  free time previously spent feeding them, holding them, rocking them, bathing them or making silly faces at them. I was completely wrong about that.

Your kids don't graduate from baby/toddlerhood into the rest of their childhood leaving you with "free time."  I'd like to have a few words with whoever gave me that impression.  In fact, maybe words aren't the best idea.  Maybe I need to take that person out for a few cocktails and get them hammered, then let them go home with the creepy guy at the end of the bar singing "PIANO MAN" to himself.  Hmmmm.

See, I do still have things to say.

They just may not be relevant to anything.

But anyway, yes.  I find less and less time to write.  And while I miss it.  Oh how I miss it.  I also find that while I'm shuttling kids to and fro and waiting for football and baseball practices to end, I do sometimes find time to daydream.  And I even sometimes find time to read, which is incredibly gratifying...to be able to escape the thousand miles per hour paced life of a parent of 2 teens and 1 really, really talkative 2nd grader.

If you like pina coladas...


Being their mom is a great experience.  And thank goodness for "fast food blogging," like facebook, where my blogging friends and my real life friends meet in the wonderful mash-up known as social media so that we can all feel a little less alone, less crazy and less in up to our elbows as we attempt to parent our children.


Someday, when they're all grown up, I'm sure I'll have time to write again, or write like I'd like to...without being interrupted by someone asking me where their athletic cup is or why their brother gets to watch "Ridiculousness" and she can't (or whatever that show is called that I won't let the 8 year-old watch).

There are a lot of somedays in my future.  I'm looking forward to them. Like, someday I'll be able to shower without hearing them wrestle.  Someday, they will mow the lawn without having it turn into WWF Smackdown in the backyard which results in me yelling from the deck for one brother to stop sitting on the other brothers head because yes, I'm sure the neighbors love to hear my YELLING voice so much more than they love to hear their SCREAMING voices.  Which, by the way, are cracking and getting deeper.  So deeper in fact that when their grandmother calls them on the telephone (the old fashioned one with the buttons that doesn't text or play music), she thinks she has the wrong number.

Embarrass anyone?  Sorry.

Anyway, I'm looking forward to that someday.

And I know when it's here, I'll be missing the days like today.

Which is what I tell myself every time I find my patience wearing thin, my answers running short and my mind feeling like if someone asks me one more question or needs me to buy one more piece of sporting equipment  or American Girl outfit I may just get in that car and drive until I run out of gas.

Which hardly ever happens.

Only sometimes.

But yes, mostly hardly ever.

I guess what I'm really trying to say, in way too many words, is that I do miss writing like I used to.  But I am also thankful that as my life has grown busier the online world has grown too, so that in a few clicks from my phone or my Kindle or whatever device I happen to be on, I can see that I'm not the only one having a good or bad day, I'm not the only one reading a good book, I'm not the only one looking for a dinner recipe (thank you PINTEREST!).

I'm not alone.

And neither are you.

And that's okay for now, until someday, when we have more time.