I go through phases in my reading. Sometimes I just don’t want to read or forget that I enjoy it. Sometimes I get wrapped up in a book and consume it ferociously. And sometimes I just want to read to be distracted, or to help me shut down. When I am focused on large things in my life, I tend to be slightly obsessive about authors or series – I don’t have to think about what to read next, or whether I will enjoy it. I can just grab the next book. In these stages the more predictable and easy to consume the better.
The Bearded One has just told me he is happy to hold our daughter while I do something on my own. So I told him I was going to look at the next sized clothing that she needs, and bring up some suggestions for him to comment on. He told me that I shouldn’t do that, and I should instead do a non-baby thing. Like write a blog. Sadly, this non-baby blog, is in fact, a baby thing.
I am increasingly noticing that The Bearded One is becoming very easily distracted by his darling daughter. I’ll be talking away at him, and he will suddenly stop me and say something like “look at those gorgeous eyes” or “she is doing (insert mundane thing here)”. He is the puppy distracted by a squirrel.
Zymotux wrote a nice blog a few weeks ago discovering the need to manage expectations with a new baby in the house. It was very insightful, mature, and reasonable. My issue is that while he has become zen-like in his prioritising and ability to let things slide, I have decided this means it is now on me to do things that he isn’t.
Seriously, it does not earn its keep! I know most people suffer from a non-dominant hand deficiency, but I feel like at some point my left hand just stopped vying for attention and has now gone into a permanent sulk!
I’ve blogged before. I found it a nice way to engage with myself and the world. Many things go through my head, and finding an outlet to order and share those is great. Also, I often think I am quite hilarious and that the world definitely needs to experience the wonder that is my mind! This is a debatable statement.
It wasn’t always this way. In fact, my world has generally been quite the opposite of small. Summer holidays during my childhood involved lots of road trips. We’ve had family trips that have taken me coast to coast in Canada.