We're coming out of that first year of parenting fog around these parts. We all sleep at night. Nobody is sleeping in the living room. Or the kitchen. It's possible to talk after 8pm. And OMG I don't know what to do with myself…
Fridays are especially OMG because Spencer has been going to camp in the morning and Owen sleeps in the morning and I am alone to do whatever I please. It's so weird.
I'm feeling rebellious lately but have nothing to rebel against. Life is pretty damn good. My kids are happy and healthy. My marriage is strong. I like my job. Even the Jets are supposed to be good this year.
So, today I rebelled against my hair. I dyed it red with a kit from the drugstore. This would be a better story if it had turned out green or all my hair fell out. But, my hair is ok, just like my life.
I need a creative outlet. Parenting and work have filled every crevice in my intellectual, emotional and creative spaces over the last year, but now there is empty space to be filled. I'm blogging again which is a baby step, but it's not enough.
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