It's been awhile since I've blogged... but you're probably better off because of it. We've been experiencing some inclement weather lately, weather that would suggest that we're in the midst of winter, not spring, so I've been a wee bit depressed and feeling void of good cheer and bloggy inspiration.
This week has seemed particularly l-o-n-g... like something to endure as opposed to something to enjoy. Which bothers me. Because I really do appreciate this time I am able to spend at home with Piper, and with each passing day I am becoming more aware of how little time I actually have left. Every day she gets a little bit smarter, her vocabulary increases by at least one word, our bond becomes deeper. Yet (and I hate to admit this) I often feel bored and/or unfulfilled. I can't just sit and relax and enjoy. Once I am back at work a few months from now, I will no doubt be looking back on this time fondly and suffering from my own brand of separation anxiety. I know this, and yet I can't help but feel like I am going to crawl out of my skin with boredom sometimes. Maybe it's the repetition... Piper recently learned the word "again" and uses it often. Or maybe it's just the fact that winter in this part of the country seems like it is never going to fucking end. I gotta drop the F-bomb here, sorry, but I am so sick of cold and so ready for warm.