I’m an accidental blogger. I say that as an attempt to make an excuse for why this space has been so neglected for so long. I could blame it on the fact that I have two kids and a full time job, but that would be admitting that I’m not one of those SuperMoms who can find 24 usable hours in every day. No, I’ll blame it on the fact that I never set out to be a blogger—a mommy blogger, at that—and if I were to be completely honest, I could probably admit that I’m a bit too selfish with my time to be any good at this blogging business, anyways. But, as with most things as I grow older, I know one day I’ll look back on these words and be glad I found the time.
Time. There’s never enough, really, and I waste so much of it lamenting how it goes too fast, or urging my little people to hurry up, or to slow down, or to just stop. Sigh. It’s a war I’ll never win.
Fred is a year and a half and is really starting to show his personality. Nyana is three and a half and continues to build on the feisty personality she inherited from her Dad and me. The two of them together are a chaotic cacophony of joy and frustration and pure love, and I’m only half joking when I say that I spend much of my time at work wishing I was home, and much of my time at home wishing I was at work. Fred’s vocabulary is expanding exponentially day by day, and while it currently includes the standard mama, dada, cat, yes, and no, it has also expanded recently to include two-syllable words like apple, Huckle, and cookie. Nyana has mastered the playground and has moved on to dance classes with Daddy (loves it!) and swimming lessons with mum (hates it!). They both wear a size 8 shoe.
But the big news from our camp, the big exciting announcement that has pulled me out of stagnation, is that we’re officially on a 101 day countdown until we pack everything we can fit into Daisy Rae, and leave the mountains and the ocean in the rearview. A move to Ontario has been a joking/notjoking discussion for a bit of time now between me and Don, but with every day our kids get bigger and our tiny apartment stays the same size. When Don’s mom mentioned that her four bedroom condo in London is too much house for her, wheels started turning, and here we are, with movers booked for August 1st.
When I started blogging, back when Ny was wee, I wrote from a hospital room where I sat for hours on end, day after day, with nothing to do but wait. These days, I’m writing with my computer on my lap during my morning commute because, hell, maybe I am a SuperMom who can find 24 usable hours in every day. And so, this blog will be changing. It will still be a story of our family—of course that won’t change—but you’ll start to see a lot of smaller, less-thought-out posts like these. Brain dumps written from the Skytrain because I work full time and have kids at home and where else am I supposed to take time for me? As I take dust off this blog and take back my writing, you’ll likely find some messy and chaotic thoughts, with some attempted semblance of order to them. Because really, that’s what the Karen and Donners Show is these days.