I'm breaking up with you.
Just for a little while...I think.
Not that I haven't loved our time together. You have been at my side almost 2 1/2 years and we've been through a lot. Accidents (both bike and potty). Unemployment. Sickness. Snow Days.
Thanks to you, I've found the humor in the everyday. I've seen the beauty in my children's faces. I've come out of my shell, drawn closer to faraway family and made a whole bunch of great new friends.
But the truth is--you're starting to crowd me a little. I feel you breathing down my neck. The kids say something cute or funny and my first thought is, "Oh, I'd better tell Blog!" When I hear a great song or read a good book, I wonder, "Does Blog know about this?" I plant a garden/bake a cake/get my hair cut, but find the act incomplete unless I share it with you. It's creepy.
I hate to say it, but I've grown tired of being witty for your sake. Sucking in my stomach to look good for you. Feeling like I have to check in all the time.
And, I think you're too nice to say so, but you're getting a tad bored with me too, right? All the whining and complaining? The self-righteous opinions and hair obsessions? I know. It's enough to drive any blog crazy.
So. I'm not suggesting anything permanent, but let's give each other some space, k? A few months on a break. You know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Hoping to feel fonder soon.