An entirely ordinary blogpost about not blogging, motherhood and giving birth

Wow, it's been a while. I've sort of wrapped myself up in motherhood and playwriting.... blogging has been in the far recesses of my mind. Things get neglected now that never did before.

My toenails, for example.
My hair.
The floors, alas.
Sometimes the Pug. I know, Pablo... I used to play with you so much more.
It's only natural that I neglect the blog as well. It wouldn't be fair to Pablo otherwise.

The longer I go away, the harder it seems to return.

I keep thinking that because I haven't blogged in so long that my next post has to be amazing. It has to make up for lost time. And that pressure keeps me from blogging.

Silliness.

So I decided to just write an entirely ordinary post.  No need to shatter minds. Just type what surfaces. What has been on my mind.

I know you've been dying to know.

What is really on my mind is where I was one year ago today.

I was sitting on a birthing ball in a motel room in Anacortes, Washington, leaning into Bob and trying my best to breathe through the pain. Malcolm was beginning his journey into the world. One year ago today. It's too much to comprehend.

It really is.

Friday he took his first steps. Already walking.

I'm really emotional thinking about his birth. And I'm so glad that I documented it on my other blog- Two Years On an Island. My mom suggested that I read it out loud every year on Malcolm's birthday. I like that idea.

Now that I'm a mom, the to-do list is never-ending. One important to do on my list this week is WRITE MALCOLM A LETTER FOR HIS BIRTHDAY.

He'll turn one whether or not I write that letter. But, I know I'll regret it if I don't. The dishes and laundry can wait.

And that's that.

How's that for an entirely average blog post. Pretty good, I think. I feel better, at least. Blog neglected no more.