No surprise that at the tippy end of March—a chilly, damp, grey day promising rain—that whole lion and lamb thing is echoing through my head.
Yesterday, blissfully, the lamb strutted its stuff. Today, a little roar and tomorrow, snow is in the forecast? April Fool*!
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The potty training continues, with its persistent mood swings (and did I mention its attendant napfailedness?). This feels like a very long week.
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Given how tiny the snatches of time I seem to have are and how completely overtired and distracted I am feeling—add to this a relatively sleepless night—I haven’t felt like I’m doing much actual interesting writing.
Instead, I’m thinking about what to do once we take apart the already dilapidated play structure. I want—inexpensively and yet not unattractively—a swing, a slide and some climbing capabilities. I’d like some stumps or something like that for leaping and imaginative play.
I’m querying. What’s great about this: I’m getting some yeses.
I’m mulling stuff like how to reach out more effectively and make my blog audience grow. I have come up with a big, fat zero in terms of actual good ideas.
So, I’ve been trying to grasp Twitter just a teeny bit better. My friend, Amy, offers helpful—read, remedial—hints and I try to absorb them. I have become obsessed with the hashtag this week (as has happened to me in the past couple of years with haiku and status updates; this, too, shall pass).
I also went through a mountain of clothes and put them into bags for friends’ children.
If you wanted to go back and make hashtags about this blog post, you might try these:
#lionlambfool
#tryingnottomakedisparagingpsychiatricdiagnosisofthethreeyearoldstate
#napfailequalsworkfail
#someonebuymeaplaystructure
#sincerelythankyouforyourtime
#bloggerfail
#hashtagonthebrain
#clothessort #andputawaylaundrybesides
Oh, because I’ve been querying—and posting to my blog and another blog this week—I’m waiting. You know, to see if someone makes a comment that turns my stuck-with-non-napping-grouchy-child day into an exciting one.
That hasn’t really happened… yet.
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During the few minutes it’s taken to write this little scatterbrained piece, I’ve taken a potty break (hint, not mine), opened a marker, found the last piece of blank paper, and doled out a snack. #supermomnotbychoice
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*#letyouknowtomorrowaboutthesnow
