I’m here. And as usual my silence here is not a lack of words, it’s the jumbled up clogging because there are too many words. And though I have a few topical specific posts floating around in my head, I feel the need to just ramble in and let you know what’s going on. Like back in 7th grade when my G.T. teacher would make us free write for what seemed like forever. She was right, it does open the doors to just flowing writing.
Though I have enjoyed the scaling back of my site (fewer ads, no reviews, no money generated) I miss the moving forward of my blog. It feels kinda stagnant to me. I realize this is a season and I’ll sit here until I feel really encouraged and pushed to become really proactive with it again, but I miss it.
But my lessened writing leaves me feeling like “why write?” and makes me feel like “what message do I have that others aren’t already writing?” But I know those are just doubts and lies. Because I know what I tell someone else if they were to say that to me. I would tell them the world needs their voice. That what they have to say unique and important. And so I know it applies to me too. And so, I will continue to write even when it doesn’t flow, even when it’s not on topic, and even if not one of you decides to keep reading. I will keep trying.
In other news, I have spoken with my midwife (who happens to be a good friend! *squeee!*) and I’m beginning the beginning process of this new different adventure. I’m really excited about it.
I’m still exceptionally tired and that’s mainly the only symptom I’m still having. I have felt a bit of stretching, but not much (my belly is, after all, incredibly already stretched out!). But the other day while cutting up some raw deer meat I felt very sick to my stomach. Like shaky sick. It made me happy. Yes, it did.
My Middlest struggled most of the last week with hives. Severe full body, scalp, face hives. The oatmeal bath worked wonders, as did Benadryl for most of it. I did take him to the ER towards the end of the week because I was worried it was more than “just” hives. But it wasn’t more than that. And we don’t know what caused them. I don’t know that I’m going to take him to an allergist this time around either. Just so glad it’s over.
I tried to watch Courageous, but I couldn’t make it past the tragedy. Not in this phase of my life. I don’t need to see someone else’s made up pain and live through it. I have enough from other areas.
I watched The Help last night and though it was a tear jerker too, it was phenomenal.
My extended family is dealing with drama/tragedy and it makes me quiet. I can’t talk about it and it leaves me speechless in every other area.
School is still moving forward. BigMan just finished up the Animal Play from Teach Me Joy and we loved it. We’re now gearing up to start the Fruit of the Spirit curriculum from the same place. And I’m preparing to add an official spelling curriculum to the older kids’ already full school days. We’re in desperate need of it. ;)
So, that about sums it up for now I think. Not earth shattering, not soapbox standing, not witty or fun. But just another glimpse into the dailyness of it all.
