I suspect that I am deliriously happy, which, as any writer knows, is a death sentence for creativity. I'm lucky I dreamed up a severed toe a while ago, but for now I'm just contented.
As any woman who has endured unspeakable pain giving birth to two children knows, it is excruciatingly difficult to be sympathetic to her husband who has just gotten a vasectomy. I am so contented that I did not remind The Old Man that if he thinks getting snipped is bad, he could never handle what I've been through.
I've managed to keep the kids happy and the house running smoothly while he's laid up watching Sports Center. Baby Girl is 10 weeks old and on a sleep schedule. Things are going so well that I can't even summon angst when she pukes on me.
So, I apologize for my lack of posts. Maybe I'll try something crazy and write about happy stuff.
happy is good! :)
ReplyDeleteGreat post! You’re so right about the melancholy. I feel the best I have for months and I’m really struggling to write anything that I like the sound of. What’s wrong with me? Can I only write about depression?
ReplyDeleteGood to hear everything is good in your world.
Happy is great, but I agree that happy is harder to write about.
ReplyDeleteYou are a better woman than me. I think my exact quote to my hubby in a moment of exasperation about his pain from the vasectomy was "Do you want to see the scar from my c-section???" Glad you are happy. Love you big!
ReplyDeleteThanks all!
ReplyDelete@eternal worrier - you feel great and wonder what's wrong with you?? I feel that way exactly. we must have the souls of writers. :)
@brigid - to their credit, we can never truly know how it feels since we don't have that junk down there. although I am getting worn down taking care of 2 kids and the hubby...