Over the past two years, I have learned that I cannot multi-task. I am incapable of watching a toddler nearly full time while cooking, cleaning, generally taking care of a household and writing. Something had to give so it was the writing.
Things have changed. I am no longer watching a toddler four days a week (we will ignore the fact that I miss seeing him every day). I have a new house in what seems like the country. Hey, when you come from an urban area posing as a suburb but then move way the heck out to a place where there are farms, well that’s going rural for this city girl, in spite of all the big box stores less than a mile away. And the most exciting news is I now have a second grandson.
The only way life could be better is if my daughter drove an hour out here every single day so I could see the grandsons daily. Yeah, that’s probably expecting too much, eh? I’ll settle for almost daily photos and seeing them once a week. I can adapt.
Speaking of adapting, it’s not taking long to adapt to the quiet out here. No horns honking as people cram their cars down the street when school lets out. No more being woken up at 2 am by neighbors talking at the top of their lungs. No construction noises until 12:30 at night as they do yet another project on the school across the street because there no longer is a school across the street.
Of course there will be a few things to get used to. Things like bunnies hopping around in the backyard, figuring out how to use a lawn sprinkler system, and wondering why my ice maker is trying to assassinate me by throwing cubes out the door at me.
In any case, I think I may be back to blogging again. Stay tuned. I’m sure living in a 55+ community will provide some entertaining material.