I missed my blogging deadline yesterday after a day where nothing went quite as it was supposed to. My morning was orchestrated around potty training, which came screeching to a halt after a particularly horrific poop-on-the-floor incident. Sometimes you just need to know when to call it a day, put a diaper on the child, and flop onto the couch with a cold glass of seltzer.
In the afternoon we had an appointment that ran much later than we expected, which resulted in a tired, cranky, and hungry toddler. Jeramy and I ended up making an executive parental decision to skip a graduation party we were supposed to go to, grab some Thai food, and get our kid home where he most needed to be.
After supper, I was planning to head off to meet some friends for a night of dancing, but that didn’t pan out either. So, I took it as a strong nudge from the universe that today was just not meant for outings. Admitting defeat, Jeramy and I curled up on the couch to watch Julie and Julia and eat cake. (You absolutely must not watch that movie on an empty stomach!) My stress level went down once I stopped trying to swim upstream and just took the hint to just chill out. The cake certainly helped too.
I think it is kind of funny that I missed out on my usual daily blogging ritual because I was watching a film about two women, one of whom fulfilled her dream of a writing career by starting a daily blog. As a child, I also dreamed of being a writer someday, although I have always fancied that I would write and illustrate children’s books, instead of memoirs like Julie Powell. I know that bloggers are a dime a dozen in these internet-obsessed times, but since this medium helps me to organize my thoughts, to stay motivated, and to improve my writing skills, I suppose you never know.