Some Blog Is Better Than No Blog

I've started another chunky blog essay, but haven't had the time or the will to finish yet. And as of tomorrow, my chiclet is once again being ripped away from me and sent off to Apple (this time to replace an ailing hard drive), so I don't know when I'll get to finish it.

Oh, my dear chiclet, what will I do without you? The horror! I hope it's as short a separation as last time--I'm actually *not* sure what I'll do without it, since most of my hobbies and downtime occupations center around the chiclet these days. And in some weird and clearly hostile twist of fate, Josh has to send his Powerbook in too, so I won't even be able to borrow his work computer like I did last time. I think I hear a message from the Universe, and it goes something like this: "GO TO BED ON TIME, YOU STUPID GIT." Ahem.

Speaking of sleep deprivation, may I just say for the record that I'm really running ragged these days? I'm starting to understand now where all this stereotypical marketing stuff that you see around Mother's Day ("give Mom that well-deserved break she's been wanting, buy her xyz" or "pamper Mom with a relaxing spa treatment") comes from. The baby has been waking up twice a night, so I never get more than 3 or 4 hours unbroken sleep; work's in extra busy mode, no wiggle room there for life admin or even mental breaks; juggling two kids and accompanying family logistics is still somewhat new and therefore requires extra energy and attention; and even the goddamn novel, which I was just starting to think I might have the bandwidth to buckle down on again, has sadistically revealed in all its glory another huge plot hole, which has sucked all the joy out of Mudville and left everything in my creative bits, well, muddy. So I'm feeling a bit, shall we say, overwhelmed and underinspired. At least Josh isn't leaving on another trip for another, um, week and a half.

So yeah, unless I can arm-wrestle Josh for access to the single laptop that will be all we have here, or find the time to surreptitiously squeeze something out at work--you know, on a break (and Mr. Bossman, if you're reading this, of COURSE I would never waste company time doing anything as frivolous and clearly non-work related as blogging)--I won't be blogging for a few days. But maybe if I do get that extra sleep I'll feel perky enough to write that next long entry when I do get the chiclet back. A girl can dream (and, apparently, delude herself for long periods of time).