blogging is my night-life social scene.

{hello there: it's me- just bloggin' in my bed}

so the treacherous busy season hours are in full swing.
and i'm ok.
(coming from the lady who spent 40 minutes looking for her lost car keys at the inlaws today..and who just found a fork in the refrigerator).
really though, i feel more bad for the mr, who hasn't gotten to see his girls all week.
i'm sure you feel the same way as i do: mega blessed to have a hubs who will work so hard + sacrifice so much in the name of providing for our family...when i know he'd much rather be home slothing with us.

sigh.

so i've come to a bizarre and embarrassing conclusion about myself this week.
you see, i've realized that i have come to depend upon the blogging world as my social life.
not that i don't get out some, too.
because i do.
my life is full of lovely people.
but what i mean is- M is gone till the wee hours of the night.
the girls are sweet little gems that go to bed between 8 + 8:30...
which leaves me here alone with my thoughts for several hours.
yes, i have messes to clean.
dishes to do.
laundry to catch up on.
and sometimes Alice is awake later than i'd like.

but then, when all of that is done, (and sometimes 10 steps before) i nuzzle my little body right into my comfy lil bed, turn on a show (if i'm lucky enough to have one on), and hang out with you guys via your blogs for a while.
i laugh out loud reading about some of your funny experiences.
sometimes i get teary eyed reading your sweet-spiritual thoughts.
i often feel validated in my circus life.
sometimes i cry reading about your crazy-mom days that seem all-too-much like mine.
i relate to your many of your likes and dislikes and quirkinesses.
sometimes i dream about living on a tropical island like some of you...
and sometimes i gawk over your lovely photographs, your beautiful bodies, your delicious recipes that i add to my never-ending need-to-cook list, and your cute-as-a-button kiddos.
and after reading some of your thoughts...and maybe after sharing some of my own and receiving your comments (which i love) i feel like we've spent a rainy afternoon together in an adorable cafe, sipping on some salted-hot-chocolate or spiced-cider (with an extra large dollop of whipped cream) while gabbing about our silly, yet meaningful lives.
it's lovely.

and then i float back down to my reality.
where the problems exist.
the hubs is still gone.
and i'm really alone.
and then i wonder...
do you feel the same way?
or am i the only one who feels like we just hung out?

and flipping through the channels, i just heard Meg Ryan in my favorite you've got mail say exactly what i was gonna say next...in a much more endearing-scripted-sorta way, of course:

" i don't really want an answer. i just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. so goodnight, dear void."

and let me just add, thanks for letting me sip on some cocoa with you on so many occasions.
our cafe-conversations are memorable and sweet.
they help me feel un-lonely.
and understood in a strange way.
i love you, dear cosmic-void-blogging-universe.

xoxo