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.
WHAT.
29. Hinting broadly to The Guy about stuff I want for my birthday.
And finally…
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.
Your recovering
Kel
Do 26. Do 26.
Is there a “Like” button for Joy’s comment? Oh my, too much Facebook – and wine. How I’ve missed your rants!
I can see a distinct resemblance between the brown hippo and Mrs. O’Brien. And totally with you on the wishing my crap would pack itself.
I love the brown Hippo!
Oh, and I highly recommend getting Packers in addition to Movers…..I think they save what’s left of people’s sanity.
You’re back!
Don’t feel bad. I got PPD when Luca was 6 months old. I mean, really, body? REALLY? If you need someone to talk to, lord knows I’ve been there ten fold.
HUGS!
HIPPOS! i’ve only watched one season of Downton Abby but i keep staring at those chickens…chickens
Welcome back! We’ve missed you!
And that child! She looks like a set of cheeks, with a baby thrown in for good measure, perhaps to serve as the support system. Just so cute…
You are not alone with your freakish PPD. It was only after Sam turned a year old that hubbs, rents, et al told me just how bad and how LONG I had it! I was aghast! WTF… If I had it, help me treat it, right?? I’m glad you have champions in your corner, that even from 450 miles away, would be there for you.
And just give yourself time to get into your own groove with Harper, life, work, etc. If you aspire to pearls and June Cleaver, I’m sure you’ll get there. My motto is “Fake it till you make it!” To the outside world, I seem like Martha Stewart Mommy on crack rock, but if left to my own devices, I’d be Frump Girl.
Wait, what? I had no idea you were fighting PPD. Remember how crazy I got with it? That’s nothing to mess around with. Adding house selling and finding on top of that would drive anyone crazy.
When we were looking to buy a house, we also put an offer in on one that was completely ignored and it was also just under asking price. We later figured out that it was because we caught the real estate agent in a lie (he flipped the house and made a story up about why the seller was selling. I don’t care if you’re flipping, just don’t lie about it). I guess he couldn’t face us after that so he ignored us.
Buying and selling real estate blows.
I’m so sorry honey. I think we need drinks and Thai food soon.
You know that crazy spooky haunted house? I followed it three layers deep, only to find out IT HAS NO SOURCE CREDIT. Grr, Internet, grr!
Looooove the Powell Photo site. Love big pictures! Love you!
Love the new photog site.
Also, thank you for not putting your baby in a bikini. There’s something about baby girls/toddlers in bikinis that makes me stabby.
I’m guessing even June Cleaver had PMS now and then. Sorry you’re dealing with so much stuff right now! *hugs* I have been struggling to feel justified in my things-are-off-in-my-world feelings lately, too, and I don’t have a cute munchkin as my reason. Hang in there, Lady! We’re out here and love ya’ no matter what!
p.s. Love the hippos! So cute!
p.p.s. The photo site is fantastic. Gorgeous.
Yep I’d say you’ve had VERY good reasons to not be blogging. Having said that, I’m glad you’re back & feeling a bit better. Good luck with the housing situation – something will work out and thankfully not everyone are jerks who ignore offers. Can’t believe that! Your site looks great, Lisa did a wonderful job with it. Hope you continue to feel better & better! Thanks for sharing. xx
LOVE THE SITE! Hate the PPD! I had no idea…so sorry honey! I have had my head up my ass with vacay and party planning. Thank you for coming and taking family/birthday pics…( I feel terrible that you were going through all this and here I was totally clueless and asking you to do MORE things)! Add something else to you list….let your friends be there for you. Let them help you in any way they can. We want to. We love you.
Pretty sure you should act on #15…but just for one night…I will bring the wine bottle(s)