I know its been awhile. I know I told you once before that this blog was still active and that there was all sorts of exciting content to come. I know I made a lot of promises. And I know that I woefully did not deliver.
But you are here! Faithful and reading, despite my shortcomings, and for that I thank you. I will strive to entertain and to deliver something – though I am not yet sure what – to make it worth your while.
So, where have I been during my ghostdom, you may be wondering. What is it that has been so compelling as to keep me from my dear reader(s)? Well, I had the baby that I announced in my last post (which I am sure you have already been able to infer based on time and based on the fact that I am not – though I often do still feel like – an elephant). So now I am a mother of three – stepmom to a teenager, and mommy to a 4 year old and a now 9-month old. Now, for any of you that haven’t had the pleasure, let me tell you something you may not know: Momming is HARD. And Momming is time consuming. It is one thousand times worth it, but it is damn tiring. Add into that a pretty demanding 9-5(okay, who are we kidding, more like 7), a near desperation to try to get our very lived-in condo market-ready, and just enough bumps to keep my travel-addiction from making me itch.
It has been busy.
And now this sneaky little thing called the novel coronavirus has crept in.
We are all socially distancing, which means staying in our homes with whatever and whomever we have there, and waiting this whole crazy pandemic out. It’s like a global lottery that has no real winners (unless you are one of the perpetual winners in life that has so much that you don’t even have to care about something like this), and a vast array of degree of losers. In this, I have been blessed with luck in so many ways (primarily that both my husband and I do still have our jobs), but oh man do I also feel sometimes like I drew the short straw.
So many people keep touting about all this “extra” time we have on our hands. Extra time for reflection, extra time at home with our families. Extra time to explore our hobbies. Extra time to finally read that book. Well, none of those people have kids under the age of 5. For us, there is no extra. Sure, I don’t have a commute anymore, but that also means that I don’t have the furtive peace that I enjoy in those rides between Job #1 and Job #2.
And while I don’t for a second (okay, maybe for a second, but you do too, so don’t judge) pretend to suffer as much as those losing their lives, losing their loved ones, or fighting on the front lines, while I thought my life before was hard, I want to laugh Pre-Corona-Kelly’s smug little face. SHE thought she had no time to write. Well, Corona-Kelly is burning the candle at both ends and a little in the middle, and goddamnit, she is going to write. And hopefully when this is all over, Post-Corona-Kelly (who will be blessed enough to finally be able to travel again) will keep up the tradition.
I know I promised more to come last time. And so even if you read this and liked it and all its gusto, you probably don’t believe me now. But, there is a little thing called “schedule post for later” and since I know myself and I know that even the best of intentions can go awry, I have actually already written the first piece in the content that I am promising, and you can find it here at 8pm this evening.
Till then, Ciao Ciao, Darling!