the time has come, the walrus said

2012-04-27 9:10 a.m.

Let's end on a high note, shall we?

I'm taking a break. When I started keeping an online journal in 1999, there was nowhere else online to do something like that, unless you had a personal website. Aside from the occasional casualty, it's been amazing for me in a thousand ways. I can't see stopping forever, so I'll be back, here or somewhere else.

There's so much social media now to leak out the excess brain conversation. It's still nowhere near like having an actual interaction with an actual person, and I am knee deep in diapers and baby-wrangling. It's endlessly fascinating to ME. However, unless you are invested in my son, probably you don't want to hear about how he slept seven hours in a row (!!!) and then pooped up his back and then gave me a ginormous smile, and then wailed until he got fed, then he ate like a starving person with giant cartoony gulps and then sighed and fell asleep with his hand in my cleavage. That's what we do every day, it's lovely and wonderful, truly the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, but not interesting material. I also would like to change up the way I share so it works better for me.

It's only ciao, maybe the urge will come back tomorrow or maybe in a month, or maybe I'll decide this site is done and start over somewhere new, or maybe I'll get too busy and never blog again (probably not). I didn't want to leave you hanging because I so deeply appreciate every gift this space has given me. Much love and gratitude, sincerely.

It'll be funny if I write again tomorrow. "Never mind!" If I do, it will probably be about diapers.

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