Here We Go (Again)
So apparently Google decided that either a) I wasn't serious about my blog or b) I was spam, because they deleted my blog account. Old blogs may still be viewed, but new ones cannot be created. Rather than going through the lengthy process of trying to get them to reinstate it, I'm just starting a new one.
To be perfectly honest, I've sort of reached a point in this freakish sociology experiment called "Being a Stay-at-Home-Mom" where I'm actually sort of figuring out what the hell I'm doing, and therefore my thoughts on motherhood are becoming less obsessive. So in short, this new/revamped/whatever blog will be more of my general musings on life, and less about "OMGWTFAHHHH". (I'm assuming that's what I sound like to other people...)
So here we go (again)...
Christmas is less than a month away, and in typically Claire (read: crackhead) fashion, I've been running around trying to create a magical wonderland of Yuletide joy for my son, who, arguably, is still way too young to notice any of it.
Basically, this is me:
But apparently the part of my brain that handles rationality is on sabbatical until 2012. Basically, for the entire duration of time between Thanksgiving and New Year's, my usually pragmatic method of functioning gets overridden by visions of sugar plums.
Which would be fine, except that I have what wedMD calls "an addictive personality", so when I set out to deck our halls, I don't stop until my den looks like the North Pole threw up on it.
And every little imperfection (like the fact my Christmas tree is titled at a 45 degree angle) causes me to almost have an aneurysm.
I have to admit, I feel kind of bad for my husband. There's nothing like a Christmas Nazi barking orders about ornament placement to suck the cheer out of your soul. And coupled with the fact that I also relinquished any and all budgetary prudence, it's kind of amazing he hasn't developed a twitch yet.
But now that I'm done decorating, present buying, and Christmas card sending (seriously, I have a problem), I'm hoping that some of my mania will subside. And assuming the cats don't take down my already precarious tree, I think this might be the best Christmas yet.
To be perfectly honest, I've sort of reached a point in this freakish sociology experiment called "Being a Stay-at-Home-Mom" where I'm actually sort of figuring out what the hell I'm doing, and therefore my thoughts on motherhood are becoming less obsessive. So in short, this new/revamped/whatever blog will be more of my general musings on life, and less about "OMGWTFAHHHH". (I'm assuming that's what I sound like to other people...)
So here we go (again)...
Christmas is less than a month away, and in typically Claire (read: crackhead) fashion, I've been running around trying to create a magical wonderland of Yuletide joy for my son, who, arguably, is still way too young to notice any of it.
Basically, this is me:
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But apparently the part of my brain that handles rationality is on sabbatical until 2012. Basically, for the entire duration of time between Thanksgiving and New Year's, my usually pragmatic method of functioning gets overridden by visions of sugar plums.
Which would be fine, except that I have what wedMD calls "an addictive personality", so when I set out to deck our halls, I don't stop until my den looks like the North Pole threw up on it.
And every little imperfection (like the fact my Christmas tree is titled at a 45 degree angle) causes me to almost have an aneurysm.
I have to admit, I feel kind of bad for my husband. There's nothing like a Christmas Nazi barking orders about ornament placement to suck the cheer out of your soul. And coupled with the fact that I also relinquished any and all budgetary prudence, it's kind of amazing he hasn't developed a twitch yet.
But now that I'm done decorating, present buying, and Christmas card sending (seriously, I have a problem), I'm hoping that some of my mania will subside. And assuming the cats don't take down my already precarious tree, I think this might be the best Christmas yet.
Cute! Annoying that your old blog got deleted but coolio that you are doing a new one!
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