Bog Blogging

I think about this blog a lot. All the time, every day. I miss it, it misses me. This has been a weird, crazy ride of a year, and I keep thinking "I'll write for myself, instead of for work. I'll write... when there's time. When will there be time?" Time has flown by more quickly this year than I'm comfortable with. The list of time-stealing demons this year:

College Research/Visits/Applications/Decisions

I regret nothing about this - participating in this process with Eben has been equal parts grueling and delightful, and I loved every second of the time spent with my boy. 

SIDE NOTE: For those approaching this time in your own life or your child's life - DO NOT BE FOOLED by the supposed "convenience" of the Common Application. There's always a supplemental essay or two. Or three. Or eleven. (a blog for another time: "WTF: How Colleges Determine Wonky and Annoying Essay Prompts").

Asthma

Diagnosed last summer with exercise-induced asthma after several months of trying to figure out why, suddenly, running made my lungs and airways feel like they had an "off" switch. I was told by my doctor that this all has to do with "the normal hormonal changes that accompany a woman's entry into the perimenopausal years." GREAT. 

SIDE NOTE: Asthma is easier to deal with if you can tolerate asthma meds, which give me a hangover-like headache. You guys, I like running, I really do, but it's not my preferred route to a hangover. 

OTHER SIDE NOTE: Despite the asthma hurdle, I noticed something kinda cool while I've been dealing with it... upon receiving my diagnosis, Indoor Recess Nadia didn't make a peep. A few short years ago, she would have shouted "Running gives us ASTHMA?!? Fuck it, darling." Instead, my head went straight to solutions and fitness alternatives. Readers, I think that's a significant "win." Silver linings, silver linings.

Wobbly Work Life

How many heads of school can a school have in a year? Three, apparently. 

SIDE NOTE: This is also not my preferred route to a hangover-like headache.

My head is constantly flooded with
images of Eben when he was the size
of the little guy he's holding in this photo.
*SIGH*

Weeping

My baby boy is going to graduate soon and go to college. I am overwhelmed, and frequently paralyzed, by non-stop waves of nostalgia and excitement and melancholy moods and happiness and panic and planning, and mostly crying because this is MY BABY BOY and where did 18 years go?

SIDE NOTE: where can I buy valium in bulk? Is that a Costco thing? Is there a Costco for insane weepy old women?

So, the blog... the long and short of it is, I've been bogged down. It's hard to blog in a bog, but I'm going to try to re-energize this effort. Wish me luck, and I promise it won't all be "how to distract yourself when your oldest goes away to college and all you want to do is cry and look at his baby pictures" type of posts. I mean, there's going to be some of that, but it won't be all that.