Not All Who Wander Are Lost

I haven't written in over a week. One would think there might be a backlog of topics to cover and thus, I'd have no problem jumping back in. Sadly, for me anyway, that doesn't seem to be the case.

True, I've written hundreds of mental blog entries the last week or so. Most while I was in the shower. A few of them were even brilliant. Unfortunately, now that it's Saturday night and I'm home alone with two sleeping boys and have a chance to write, all those great ideas are swirling around in a massive jumble, each fighting to come to the forefront and make its way onto the blog. Now that I'm having difficulty separating the wheat from the chaff, I think I'll just tell you some of the things I might have written about or wanted to write about. Maybe, if I have a chance, I'll come back to one or more of these topics.

1. I've begun working with a wellness coach. She rocks. I love working out. I've never been an athlete, but I love making my body work. I feel great when I make my body perform and realize how strong and healthy I can be. What I really love about this woman is that she focuses as much on my attitude and mental state as she does my body. Cool. What's even cooler is that we're trading services. I'm going to help her with some marketing.

2. I've been thinking a lot about blogging in general. Why we blog. Who reads our blogs. Anonymous blogging versus putting yourself out there completely. For those of us who are in relationships and blog openly (there must be another term for this), how our partners and friends feel about our blogging. I have a few thoughts on this. I have been thinking about not blogging and wishing I had done this anonymously at times this week. Honestly, that probably has a lot to do with the ambivalence I've felt about my blog lately. I will defintely expand on this topic when I have time.

3. Our kitty was diagnosed this week with hyperthyroidism. He lost half his body weight since December, dropping from 11 lbs. to a mere five and a half pounds. Poor kitty boy. Mao (named for the fact that mao is a Chinese word for cat) is a sweet, sweet cat. The best cat I've ever had and I've had a few, including a pair named Bill and Hillary. Anyway, he's a real darling and I'm glad we found out what's wrong and that it's something fairly easy to treat. I was a little sad that we learned he's actually a good bit older than we thought. Probably 14 instead of 11.

4. Both boys have coughs and colds so this week has been more challenging than usual. Even though he's sick, Beckett is still an angel. He's fussier than usual, but still so sweet and barely any trouble at all. He hardly even complains even though he's clearly miserable. I'm a very lucky mama.

5. I know I've written about my MOMS Club before, but I'm really realizing that this group of women really has risen to the level of a true community of friends and family. In the two years that I have been a member, there have been at least five babies born. One friend lost her baby. Another friend, in the process of moving out of state, learned that her mother has breast cancer. One woman has had major surgery. Two have had cause to think their husbands were cheating on them. One lost her mother. One of my sons was hospitalized and I began suffering from a major bout of depression.

In the two years that I have been a member, we have lived Life, in all its rich, beautiful, and painful glory. And we have all been there for one another. Making dinners. Keeping each other's kids. Cleaning kitchens and doing laundry for each other. Suggesting babysitters and nannies. Holding hands, offering hugs, laughing, crying, sharing, and just being there.

For someone like me, with very little family, and none close at hand, it really means the world to know I am part of this group of women. Again, lucky mama. Lucky woman.

Well, alright then, y'all. I will expand and expound upon some or none of these topics later as I see fit. Of course, I am assuming that someone out there still gives a damn.