I couldn't connect to the internet for the last, oh 24 hours. From home. Can connect just fine at work, but can't really blog from there. (I'd do SO much more posting if I could post from work...where the phone can go to voicemail and no one wants juice or a cookie or needs their diaper changed or just needs attention...ah, the peace and quiet I could have...if I didn't actually need to do WORK at work...)
Anyway - though I am by no means dedicated or disciplined or well-rested enough to post on a regular basis - my mind is usually clogged with stuff I want to write about. Little things about the kids, mostly, or just...I don't know...whatever. I don't get to post as often as I'd like - I don't get to sleep as much as I'd like either, and if my kids weren't pretty cute, this would all really bother me a lot.
But anyway - yesterday I decided to come home on my lunch break to do some typing. Nothing blindingly earth-shattering or important - just some little posts about my kids...stuff Alex has said...Julia's new nickname at daycare ("Cujo")...that sort of thing.
And I got my laptop and turned it on and couldn't connect. And couldn't. And I'm thinking WHAT DID I DO NOW???? Because I'm nowhere near being the computer geek I would like to be.
So I tried going onto the main computer in the house. Could not connect to the internet there either. Plus the computer is old and sluggish, and I am tired and impatient and just really wanted to smash the thing to pieces on the floor. I've been hanging around toddlers too much - I've adopted their anger management skills.
I didn't smash anything, but you know what? I was so mad about it. Here I was, all set and ready to post something, and I was being PREVENTED. By some hideous PROBLEM that I didn't know how to identify or how to fix. Other than turning the computer on and off a couple of times, I was pretty much at a loss.
I watched most of the ball game last night. Julia woke me up around midnight and I saw that we had actually WON (Go Sox!), so that was nice...but still...not enough. This morning I tried going online again and COULDN'T. Had to get the kids to daycare, had to get to work...grrrrrrrrrrr. NEVER ENOUGH HOURS IN THE DAY OR ENOUGH OREOS IN THE PACKAGE.
So I took a long lunch break, came home, and called tech support and THANK THE COMPUTER GODS, I am able to post again. I was so happy I nearly cried. I'm such a...I don't know. Fill in the blank.
Here I was - at work - thinking, okay, fine, then, we'll just DITCH THIS SLOW DINOSAUR of a computer and get a new one. With a flat screen monitor. Yeah! That'll make me happy. And while it would still make me happy to replace this whole sluggish system, at least I don't HAVE TO DO IT RIGHT THIS MINUTE.
It's funny, every now and then, I think - I'm so lousy at posting on a regular basis, I make all these vows to myself to get up early and write before the rest of the household needs to get up...but when morning arrives I'm usually tired because Julia (Cujo) is going through a not-sleeping-well phase and it's certainly affecting my sleep by interrupting it several times through the night, so when the alarm goes off, I think bad swear words that my mother wouldn't like to read on this blog at the alarm clock, hit snooze, and tell myself sleep is way more important than anything else in the world at that moment.
And so - to get to the point I meant to make in that last incredibly long run-on sentence...I think, maybe I should just forget about this blog. I have about 5 readers anyway...I never seem to have time or the strength of will to forego sleep and MAKE time to write...I need to trim all the extras so I can...I don't know...focus on maintaining a tidy home and learn how to do cute girly things with Julia's hair.
But then, when I couldn't have access to this little internet site...I actually went into a panic. That could also be sleep deprivation and too much caffeine...but I don't think so. I think I realized that it's not enough just to want to see Uncle Henry and Auntie Em...it's that...if I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard...'cuz if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with...
Oh, wait, that's not it either.
I don't know. I'm sure I meant to make a point. Maybe not. Maybe I just wanted to type a bunch of stuff and post it - BECAUSE I CAN.
Anyway, must get back to work now and be a productive member of the work force and earn my paycheck and do my part to keep us out of the poorhouse.
I'll talk to you later - you, my faithful few...