I just saw I haven’t updated here since late March and now it’s May. Other than the year I took off, I haven’t ever missed a month in the history of pamie.com. [That one unlinked month will drive all my OCD readers crazy. I’m extra sorry about that!]
So first: apologies. It has been a crazy month. There’s the baby, of course, who fills in any available space and time as Qwerty has moved from an adorable lump of flesh with needs to an adorable drooling lump of flesh with needs who makes eye contact and can clearly telegraph, “YOU. I NEED YOU AND ONLY YOU RIGHT NOW. DO NOT LOOK AWAY.”
There’s been a lot of family stuff going on. My day used to be just Cal and me in this house all day long, and now it’s busy with people constantly coming and going. (And no Cal. It’s still not okay.)
Work wise, I’ve got a number of projects going on, including a new book. This means the list of things I’m unable to write about in this space is growing, and I feel bad how neglected this place was over the past month. I promise I’ve been writing things for you to see and read; I just can’t put them here. I promise to write about them as soon as I’m allowed.
If it makes you feel better, the other day Jason and I were watching a sitcom where a plot point focused on how two characters didn’t realize it was their anniversary. This was done to illustrate how their relationship wasn’t going so well.
I turned to Jason and asked, “Did we celebrate our anniversary?”
He just stared at me, his eyes distant, thinking.
“I know it happened,” I said. “But did we do anything?”
“When was it?”
“Last week.”
And then it was quiet for a while. “No,” he said. “No, that day just came and went.”
“It’s not even like one of us has been secretly seething for a week, waiting for the other to remember.”
“No, we aren’t that sitcom. We’re an entirely different one. The one with a new baby.”
“We just… didn’t even notice. We talked about it right before it. I know we were thinking about celebrating, if we weren’t too tired when it came around. And then it just happened.”
“Was it on a Wednesday?”
“I have no idea anymore. I had to ask you if we celebrated it because I was worried that I’d just forgotten a night out.”
“In our defense, there’s been a lot going on.”
“True. I love you, but right now we don’t have time to be in a marriage. We’re just part of the same platoon, both on separate missions.”
“That’s pretty accurate. But you know I got your back.”
“And I’ve got yours.”
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