So Much for Absurdity

Sadness is not funny. 

"I want to do something funny."  I told my business partners at our last meeting.   I felt daunted by having to write a huge blog post every day about something I didn't really care about.  "Go for it!" was their response.   If you're a mom, you know that enough ridiculous and bizarre things happen to fill a book.

Then I miscarried.  I spent a few days crying, feeling like it was a perfectly suited ending to a year long struggle for pregnancy.  I was supposed to have written a handful of clevery, witty, light pieces to post by now.  I haven't been feeling to light a witty.

It's easier, though, with three kids around, to pull yourself out of a rut.  My very first pregnancy ended at 13 weeks, and it was miserable.  I thought I would surely die of sadness.  It's a lot more difficult to curl up in your bed and wallow when three little bodies are laying around you, giggling, telling knock-knock jokes, and asking for pancakes in the shape of a hammer. 

My sweet hubby went grocery shopping and brought back a lovely boquet.  My mom is going to take the kids to her house for a couple of days so I can rest and get some things done (eight month old kitchen project, I'm looking at you).  Church was a wonderful pick-me-up.

Look forward, dear readers, to joviality and fun and silliness.  But today, just let me be.  But if you're severly disappointed, here you go:

"Funny Things Olivia Says"

Upon returning home from a magic show, I told Liv that my favorite part was when the lovely assistant got cut in thirds wth 2 giant blades and then the magician slid her midsection out sideways.   I was so excited, and exclaimed, "How did they DO that!!!"   She looked at me, expressionless, and replied, "Mom, they're musicians."