- I got on Instagram, and Holy Toledo, I love it. It makes me want to say things like BOMB DOT COM (and Holy Toledo). But it totally fills all my over-sharing cravings, so I have nothing left for you guys.
- It's summer, which means go, go, go and play, play, play, and I'm still busy trying to figure out how to dress myself without cardigans.
- Bear Cave Studios is in full swing and it's awesome and all-consuming and REAL. Sometimes the Internet can't compete with adorable, talented children who make incredible art. I've found that I can't always live real life AND take pictures of it and write about it. A lot of people can, and I'm glad their blogs are around while mine sleeps, but they are probably getting paid more than I am (ie, anything at all). But this is a part of my life that is definitely worth sharing, so expect a photo-ful post about those goings on soon.
- Having two kids is totally kicking me to the curb.
That brings me to something I've been meaning to talk to you all about...maybe the underlying reason for all my lack of productivity. It's not about design or anything pretty, but sometimes blogs are just about putting your problems out there to help someone else feel better about themselves.
Bedtime is wearing us down.
It doesn't matter how lovely a day might be. My daughter could be an angel who helps and obeys and loves while the sun is up, but when it's time to go to sleep she turns into a whirling dervish who screams and cries and throws toys...or giggles and sneaks and refuses to stay in bed. Many nights, I cry. Sometimes I yell. Eventually she succumbs to slumber, and we wonder aloud how to make it better, what else to try, how to make it not take hours to get her to sleep.
Nothing ever works.
It has been over a year since her routine stopped working.
I fear the end of the day.
We are tired. SHE is tired.
Tonight--after I had reached my limit and didn't trust myself to be loving anymore--my husband took her downstairs to the guest room to talk. She talked about the pictures on the walls and what we are doing tomorrow and what is your favorite chair? and on and on, but when he got her to focus and talk to him about why bedtime is so hard for her, she told him. She told him about her spinning head.
"And Daddy?" she said, "I can't turn it off."
She is just. like. me.