I once read that the first rule of blogging is to never begin a post with the words, “I don’t really know what to write about…” It’s a good rule. People are busy, they don’t have the time to sit down and read about the nothingness rattling about in your head. They have enough of that already. But here’s the thing.
I don’t really know what to write about.
I could write about dinner last night. Zuzu begged all day for her favorite noodles. YOU KNOW THE FAVORITE ONES. I just knew she was referring got my rendition of the Pioneer Woman’s Sesame Noodle Salad and I was ecstatic. Was my daughter, the one that will only eat fried protein, actually asking for a meal that I make? And a healthy one at that? I picked her up in the air, shouted of course! And then did a little dance. While she “napped” (jumped on her bed) I made the sauce and then pressure cooked the chicken and boiled the noodles. I felt so satisfyingly domestic. I even wore an apron. Because that is what mothers wear when their children like their cooking. Really. I looked it up. When Margaret came out from sleeping (destroying her room) she began sniffing the air. Her little nose worked up and down, up and down. Her face had the look of someone that had been hit with the business end of a sick skunk.
Honey, what’s wrong?
What is that smell? WHAT IS IT? IT SMELLS BAD.
(Here a nervous laugh from me) They are your favorite noodles. See, holding up the pan, look!
No! Not those. Oh never those! I like the orange noodles! That I had at my friend’s house. THE ORANGE ONES. MY FAVORITES!
Kraft Mac and Cheese.
I took off my apron and told her Kraft Macaroni and Cheese had been discontinued. Because I am totally rational like that.
I could write about how tired Riley and I have been. That when the kids go to bed we just look at each other before collapsing onto the nearest soft surface in a puddle of good intentions and too tired to do anything about its. So we watch White Collar or Masterchef and cuddle. It is a nice kind of thing, sitting quietly with someone you love. Maybe that is exactly what we are supposed to be doing right now. Sure. I will take that.
I could write about something that makes me nervous right now. The foremost being the fact that I feel like I am on the edge of something fantastic. That I am just a short turn, a moment, a little redirect and a straight away from achieving something that I have wanted since I was little. And what if I am wrong? What if I never leave that edge? What if I spend the rest of my life just a moment from what I should have been?
Or I could just write that it is Wednesday and aren’t we blessed to be in another week with one another? Thank you for being here. It really means the world to little, itty bitty me.
Now if you will excuse me, I have a box of Kraft Mac and Cheese to make. And yeah, I am going to use extra butter.
Have a great day.