I need to explain to everyone… ummm well, at least to my two fans—Mommy and Daddy—why I didn’t post over the holiday break.
I delivered baby #3 (yes, my third and final puzzle piece) and we went home where I do what I do. What’s that? That’s really trying to do it ALL. And no, not doing it well. What does it look like? It looks frantic and involves a lot of coffees that go cold on me before I can take a sip.
Where it all went bad is… I experienced a death over the holidays. The death of my laptop. How? The three year old got too close. Turns out, my laptop enjoys my food-smeared fingers and dribbled liquids, but not those of my little puzzle pieces. It (she?) crashed. I took her to the place all sick laptops go to be “diagnosed.” No joke. Diagnosed. I cried because she had to stay there over Christmas break and that meant zero posting and writing and editing and yes, potential online shopping. Could I have used another laptop? Sure. Did I? No. That would involve learning how to use a different mouse. Not happening with 3 very young kids and an average of 3 hours sleep per night.
This was life’s way to force me to take a step back and breathe. Laptop free.
Here are 7 life lessons I gleaned during my dead-laptop break.
- I missed my crusty and food stained keys and that’s okay.
- Note-taking manually is hard when you barely have the strength to grip a pen.
- People don’t seem to mind if you DON’T manage to send them a cute e-card wishing them a happy Christmas and joyful New Year.
- Missing deadlines and Skype calls and being squeezed for time just doesn’t really matter. The world didn’t blow up. And my 3 year old, 1 year old, and 1 month old will never be these ages again.
- Not checking my emails left me more time to shave my legs and dry my hair.
- Enjoying the moment meant unfortunately also enjoying tantrums and stains and burpy spit ups. This was a lose-win. Still working out if I should be up close to this stuff or hide behind “working on my ‘puter” and what’s better for my mental health.
- This break was forced upon me and the best things that have happened to me have always happened by force—don’t freak out, I don’t mean forced marriage or anything! More like a whirlwind of events kinda works for me…
So, I don’t want you to think I’ve broken up with you or that I’ve just lost interest in the written word or my weekly blogs or my book-in-progress. I really haven’t. I just took a little break. And she—my laptop—didn’t kill me for it so please don’t either.