Life is getting stale. What is there to write about past mommy stuff? My kid did this, the other did that. It’s almost all I talk about anymore, both here and in real life. (It’s fine on the other blog where that’s what’s expected and wanted.)
I would be thrilled to write about other things, but mommyhood consumes me at the moment. I find myself with little time for anything resembling a hobby. I have little on my mind of any depth, other than the insights I get from mommying. And even then, it’s not terribly insightful.
I’m afraid I’m boring everyone, including my husband and mother, with my singly-focused mind. Yet how do I go about making a more diverse life with more diverse interests? I don’t have the time or the energy for anything else at the moment.
For the moment, it seems I will have to continue accepting that my complete identity lies in mommyhood. Eventually I will find time again to branch out, do something for myself. In the meantime, bear with me as I ramble on and on about my kids and being a mother.