This morning I started going though my camera to see if I had finished photographing a full day of eats for today’s post.
I usually pick a day and just tell myself — “alright crazy, keep the camera handy, we’re doing this!” — and just snap away as I nosh all day. I’ve honestly been doing this so long that it’s typically on autopilot. But lately I’ve been forgetting. I get wrapped up in baby snuggles and toe-nomming or stuck in a cloud of whimpers and sleepless nights with a restless little bird that needs her momma… I just get lost.
It turns out I had started the day off on the right foot…
…and then tripped over that same foot, into the plate of muffins, and then right off the photog train.
I’ve been screwing up a bit more than usual lately. Some of it makes me laugh, like when I accidentally put my phone in the pantry along with my groceries or freeze boxes of pasta, but some of it just makes me want to break down and cry. Failure used to be something I feared, but never truly felt as if I had experienced, not on a large scale at least.
Now it’s something I have to tackle on what seems like a daily basis. While I’m not typically one to vent so openly, I’m also not one to pretend that life is perfect when it’s simply that: life. Life is, by nature, a hot mess. Sometimes messier than others. Right now I feel like for every obstacle I tackle, another is barreling full-speed ahead ready to take me down.
That’s kind of BS, eh? I’m not giving up, I’m much too stubborn, but things might be a bit messy on the blog until I can get my bearings. I love catching up with you guys as often as I’m able to and I adore the challenge of convincing even the pickiest eater to pick up a vegetable and just have fun with it: that shall never change. I may need to shake things up a bit over here, however. I’m not sure how things are going to go on my end with what feels like a never ending string of deployments and other hiccups tripping me up along the way, so I’m hoping to have a guest host help me keep our weekly What I Ate Wednesday party going strong. It doesn’t seem fair for me to host if I’m unable to participate on a regular basis, so Meghan is going to help me nurture my blog baby while I ensure I’m able to nurture my actual baby in the process. Details to come. Yes you still have to eat your vegetables. Yes I promise to keep feeding you recipes so you can continue to do so. I just may try to seduce you into dish-duty afterwards. I cook; you clean. That’s how it works, right?