Well, there’ve been several things, actually.
1. Writing, as always.
2. Editing photos every single night, often till 1:00 a.m. or later.
3. Tending a chubby-cheeked little baby whose favorite activities are blowing raspberries, screeching like a howler monkey with its tail caught in a screen door, rolling over and getting pissed off when she finds herself on her stomach instead of her back. In that order.
4. (Reasoning abilities: Harper can haz them?)
5. Also getting my FACE thrown up on by the aforementioned baby. YES.
6. Trying to make showers happen more often than every three days.
7. Giving a shout out to Cousin Emily for helping a sister out with Number 6.
8. SELLING OUR HOUSE!! Awww yeeeaaahhh…
9. Convincing myself that, if I just wish hard enough, our household objects will animate and pack themselves. And maybe talk to me, cook me food and sew me dresses while they’re at it. Kind of a Beauty and the Beast/Cinderella hybrid-type thing.
10. Looking for a new house.
11. Searching high and low for a new house.
12. Praying fervently to God every single night to PLEASE HELP US FIND A HOUSE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.
13. Intermittently sobbing uncontrollably because OH MY LAWD, WE’S GONNA BE HOMELESS, PERKINS.
14. Envisioning having to live in my in-laws’ RV in my parents’ side yard and sobbing some more.
15. Relatedly: Considering taking up heavy drinking.
16. Going through a veritable French farce in trying to get treatment for postpartum depression.
17. Who gets postpartum depression when her baby is four and a half months old? That’s right: THIS GIRL.
18. Watching Dr. Brandi throw an over-educated hissy from 450 miles away about my difficulties obtaining adequate medical care and remembering exactly why one should not mess with her. Sister-woman will EFF. SOMEBODY. UP.
19. Being intensely grateful for a good husband, good doctors and good friends and even more grateful that I feel better every day.
20. Making up my mind not to tell you guys about Numbers 16 through 19, but reconsidering when my friend Jenny reminded me that humility is an excellent quality in a blogger.
21. Remembering that I don’t always have to be all like, “Yeah! I got this! I’m fine! Everything’s cool! I AM SUPER AWESOME COMPETENT PEARLS-AND-SKIRT-WEARING JUNE CLEAVER CAREER MOM BARBIE, HEAR ME ROAR OR WHATEVER. Sure, I’ll join your committee!”
22. Thinking that, in the final analysis, Numbers 13 and 14 probably don’t have anything to do with postpartum depression. I mean, we’ve probably all figured out by now that I’m pretty neurotic even when my hormones aren’t out of whack.
23. Making an offer on a house, only to have the owners of said house and their realtor COMPLETELY IGNORE OUR OFFER. IGNORE. IGNORE. IG. NORE.
24. OH YES THEY DID, PEOPLE. OH YES THEY DID.
25. And our offer was only slightly below their asking price! The nerve! Some people, man. Some people.
26. Trying to talk myself out of sending the owners of said house a bill for the treatment of my postpartum depression.
27. Playing Dance Central with The Guy, and even though he’ll be the first to admit he can’t dance a lick, being utterly DELIGHTED every single time I beat the crap out of him. I know, I know. MEAN.
28. Making up Downton-Abbey-esque stories about the toys in Harper’s Easter basket.
29. Hinting broadly to The Guy about stuff I want for my birthday.
Perhaps most importantly…
(Well, technically, I didn’t work on that, Lisa did, but I did have to upload a lot of photos, and I minded her when she told me not to touch the buttons.)
I think she did a marvelous job, don’t you?! And all in all, I’d say it’s a pretty good excuse for shirking my blogging responsibilities.
I’m sure we can all agree it’s a heck of a lot better than No. 28.