Today, as I was laying down with my son, desperately trying to put him down for a nap (despite the fact that he has dropped his nap for good), he peed on me. And the bed. And all over himself. And I didn't care, because he was finally falling asleep after being a crazed, over-tired, possessed fiend who was scratching and biting, and hitting, and fighting me will all of his 2 year-old might. When he finally fell asleep, I broke down because I was covered with pee, exhausted, and emotionally drained.
I have whole posts I want to write. I want to tell you about the matching stockings I made for our family. I want to write about how Sundays are destined to be the worst day of the week--something I can count on like clockwork. I have a couple of pregnancy progression pictures to put up. But then I end up covered in smelly pee, and I just don't have the heart or energy to write much of anything.
I gave myself leave to just write a little. Just notes from the trenches until I can summon up the effort for something more.