My brain is a little fried. Or, rather, it has atrophied from lack of use and sleep deprivation. I’ve had “blog” on my to-do list for days, but I still just can’t seem to come up with anything to say. I honestly don’t even know what I’ve been doing lately; I know that I do things, but my days blur together and I can’t remember doing anything but laundry and dishes for the past week.
I do know that we embraced our basic bourgeois selves by going apple-picking on Columbus Day. (I only know what day it was because I was sort of shocked that the government still celebrates it by giving soldiers a day off. Hooray for the decimation of indigenous peoples.) We wandered in the orchards among the many other young families until Tommy freaked out and I had to hustle back to the car. I made a few pies with some of the apples.
I’ve gone to the park a few times with some other moms. I still don’t feel like I fit in. I don’t know how to small-talk. My kid is too small to play with the other kids. I don’t care about decorating. I’m not churchy. But my desire to interact with adult women outweighs my anxiety, so I happily go and awkwardly stand around with them.
That’s about all that I can think of aside from some brief visits with friends and family who’ve swung through town.
I’ll just post some pictures of what my days generally look like.