Notes from the farm
a round up (of thoughts and pigs)
I keep waiting for life to get into some sort of rhythm or routine where I’ll know where the writing fits in, and instead I write things like this in my Notes app, while trapped under a sleeping baby.
The 5-12 month baby. Life moves on, and you feel like you might die a slow death. You are just so darn1 tired. Crappy naps, developmental explosions, mobility up the wazoo all of the sudden. Adorable, painful almost how cute they are, but no longer simple in the same way. You’ll do anything for a baby laugh but you also feel like you might give up entirely some days. What’s the point of writing? Do I really need to exercise? But I can’t just lay in bed with this child all day. Why am I so very tired and when will I be un-tired and is it mold or my thyroid or do I actually really have cancer? What is the meaning of life??? If I just keep doing this over and over again I’ll probably just die.
I wrote a sample test question for the kids with that question, “What is the meaning of life” and th…