I write one post, post a video of my child walking, and then nothing again until now. If you’re not reading this, I don’t blame you.
What happened to me? I can’t say I really know. I lost my bloggy passion. Once my blog became about being a mom-blog, I lost my enjoyment. Once upon a time my writing was for me, then it became about trying to review things and get attention.
Ok. admittedly, my blog is still about getting attention, but at least I am honest.
I’m here, and I’m back. I don’t want to be another cloth diaper blogger, or beauty blogger, or mommy blogger with A Shot In The Dark. I will go back to it’s original intent, writing about my musings, my life, and things I find funny. You will see me discuss my family frequently, as toddlers are highly entertaining. Oh, yeah, I am a stay at home mom… so my day kind of revolves around housewifery, yes?
My life isn’t interesting, or extraordinary. I am not insanely clever or funny, but I am bright, spunky, and slightly entertaining. I still make funny faces, and now I am parenting a child that is short, blond, and makes funny faces from time to time. Let us entertain you.
I feel as if I am dusting off my poor, neglected blog for the first time in ages. I didn’t mean to abandon A Shot In The Dark, but having a mobile, one year old baby has been busy. Rather than fill the next several days with newsy, wordy post after newsy, wordy post, I to update you quickly and concisely through micro-blogging and photos. Hooray!
So, first milestone: Alex started walking in October. That’s right, he began walking before he even hit ten months of age. Maybe some of this cuteness will make up for my lack of consistent blogging?
Alex. walking. Nuts.
So folks, I’m finally going to try making my own laundry detergent. Several weeks ago I was sent 10 bars of Ivory soap as a gift for my review in May. I have run out of my stockpile of detergent and Scott has our car today. I have a ton if laundry to do. I have all of the right ingredients at my disposal, so I set to work. I used:
2 Cups Arm & Hammer Washing Soda (not to be confused with baking soda)
2 Cups of Borax
1 Bar of Ivory Soap
I took the Ivory soap and melted it in the microwave. From there, I crumbled the bar into shavings– this is MUCH easier than grating the bar of soap with a cheese grater. I layered washing soda/soap/Borax in a shoebox and mixed everything up.
I don’t plan to use this concoction on Alexander’s cloth diapers. I have read in too many places that soap leaves a residue on synthetic diapers found in pocket diapers. However, I think the detergent will work fine for most of our other laundry. If I don’t find it as effective as I desire, I’ll add a cup of Sun Oxy from Dollar Tree to the mixture.
Do any of you make your own laundry detergent?
Nablowrimo… What’s that?
Oh yeah, I was going to write everyday this month, wasn’t I?
What happened, you may be asking… Is a sick baby and a family wedding good enough excuse for my blogging responsibilities to lapse? Here am I, writing again.
Now, I need to go clean house. I promise to come back with real content tomorrow.
Alex had visitors.
I had tacos. (No photos of that.)
I edited photos. I work best under a deadline, it seems. Shocker.
Have you ever been so tired you can’t think?
I call that point Wine O’Clock.
It’s a time where I can’t shut off my brain yet I am unable to accomplish more tasks in my day. Alex is in bed by now, and it’s finally time to breathe. I’ll snuggle with Scott and finally enjoy some quiet in our day. I am painfully aware if the days we don’t have this time. Why? We don’t do anything particularly special. Sometimes we watch tv, other times we just talk. Really, we do what we can to restore a little balance to our marriage outside of child-rearing, work, housekeeping, and school. When Alex was first born and we didn’t take time for Just The Two Of Us, I felt as if we were merely keeping afloat. After the little man came, I felt so alone and scared. As much as I adore our son, becoming a mother held a huge learning curve. Scott seemed like a natural dad. I felt like I was doing something wrong.
When we came back around to making time with one another a priority, I was reminded we’re a team. We are in this parenting thing together.