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| Not my cat—who could forget this cat?! |
I
do not feel depressed, post-partum or otherwise, nor do I feel super exhausted
or busy or overwhelmed or all the other things I’m supposed to feel as a mom of
a toddler and a newborn. It’s more like I feel, um, narrowed. Not in silhouette
(if only!), but in focus and energy and attention. I care about my kids and my husband
and our kids’ babysitter and my students and…um…the cat? When I remember to
remember she exists?
I
am not a very interesting conversationalist these days, least of all to myself,
and what is blogging if not a form of conversing? I am a great listener (and
reader), however, so talk on.
photo courtesy alvimann, morgueFile
In an unrelated conversation, today my sister told me about a man who referred to the first 3 months of having a newborn and a toddler as "the 12 weeks of darkness." Apt, perhaps...
ReplyDeleteI, for one, missed your blogging and somehow was not receiving notification that you posted. I was happy to read two new posts when I clicked over today :)
ReplyDeleteI have been blog fodder poor myself lately. At least you have a baby to place the blame on.