The past few days I haven’t been feeling like myself. I’m wondering if I’m a bit lonely. I’ve been WAHMing for a few months now, but it’s only really begun to sink in that I’m actually at home now. I worked for a school district for so long that I’m used to having summers off and then gearing right back up for work in the fall.
It’s strange to admit I might be lonely when I’m regularly getting out and doing stuff. Maybe it’s the day-to-day interactions (or lack thereof) that have me feeling this way. I miss the kids, mostly, and the friends at work. So it’s not like I’m sitting at home, twiddling my thumbs. I’m actually quite busy. Last weekend some friends and I had a blast at a Skirmish in Fresno. I enjoyed some Secret Eating. Isobel and I enjoy daily mini-adventures. I sent and order plus some extra birthday goodies to the lovely Sarah Sphar. I’m still shooting portrait photography and working on several projects throughout the house and online, planning a dinner party, and finishing up The Quarter Acre Farm and The Geeks Shall Inherit the Earth. Speaking of, my sunflower is blooming and we have six or seven little pumpkins on our plant. The days themselves are so full I’m relying heavily on my daily routine to fit everything in.
All of this makes me feel ridiculous to be so randomly weepy. I’m not hormonal, but I have recently struggled with some health issues and sometimes I just get down about that. I just feel a little sad, maybe a little lonely, and I don’t really know why.
In Incredibly Nice People on the Internet news, Emily Bilbrey sent us three lovely Uff Da clips for free because she knew the clips I previously purchased had a hard time hanging on to Isobel’s baby fine hair. Isobel adores them and has insisted on wearing them, all three of them, every day since they arrived in the mail. It goes without saying that I recommend her shop wholeheartedly. Thank you, Emily, from the bottom of my heart.
Isobel is a bright spot in any day, though, even when I’m feeling out of sorts. When I first stayed at home with her I noticed she had an imaginary friend. When playing she would grab two of something, anything–two spoons, to brushes, two cups–and pretend that one is Dada and one is Isobel. That’s right, her imaginary friend is Dada. That just kills me with cute. Eventually, she just started taking shortcuts and eliminated the middle man all together: she pretends the fingers on one hand is Dada and, until recently, the fingers on the other hand were named Isobel. Now they go by “Deedee,” a name she’s made up all by herself. Her TV exposure is pretty limited and we don’t know anyone with the similar name. She continues to amaze me.
I don’t want this post to just be filled primary with vague complaints, so I’m ending with something awesome. I’ve had an internet crush on this lady for quite some time, and here is one of the reasons why: it’s Mother Sucking Boob Time, people.