The Puppy’s on the Table

We’ve got nine dogs in our house right now: three adults and six 3-week-old puppies. Last week, when they were juuuust starting to wobble around on all four feet, I was sitting near the whelping box with T Junior. We were doing something menial like putting his socks on or something, when out of the blue and with big, round I’ve-got-an-idea-eyes, he says, “Let’s put a puppy on the table and see what happens!”

I, of course, said “No” (after I stopped laughing), because I’m a reasonable person and can predict what would happen. A three-year-old boy does not have that ability.

But I have had a difficult time predicting what’s going to happen with Mom vs. Marathon. This blog is a little black rain cloud over me lately and I’ll admit that I’ve thought about shuttin’ ‘er down a lot lately.

I started blogging two years ago to track my progress from couch-sitting new mom to mama marathoner. I sort of feel like I completed that transformation. Obviously, I’m no Kara Goucher, but I did run my 26.2.

To hold things over, I’ve been falling back on some pre-thought-out magazine-style posts, and haven’t been visiting your blogs. Sorry ’bout that. Also, I haven’t really been running. That doesn’t help.

Then there is the problem of thinking. I like to think. And think. And think some more. And then think after that. Usually, nothing comes of this except shorter fingernails. But I think I’ve got it.

I wasn’t just blogging about my progress before. I was using the blog as a sounding-board. Does this happen to you? Am I nuts? Etc. I need to find that again. Funny thing is, these are the same things I wonder about as a mom.

A couple weeks ago, someone asked me how long my marathon was. Well, my running marathon was 26.2 miles (after months and months of training). But my mommy-marathon has no end.

So, I’m bringing back my mom blog, The Sanity Department. When I have something mommish to say, I’ll blog there. When I finally run again (tomorrow morning with Zoe maybe in the snow!), I’ll blog here. If you want to hear how my run went and whether or not I kissed a slug, got a PR or met up with buddies, it’ll be here.

And if you want to hear about my funny kid’s thoughts, his “talking” spiders (AKA his hands) or “bruvver Doroffy” (his imaginary friend who he adamantly denies being named after Elmo’s fish), follow me at www.SanityDepartment.com. I miss that blog. It’s been about a year since I wrote there. Whenever I go back and read it, I smile, because it’s about my son.

Still, as a journalist/copywriter/writer, I can’t help thinking: But are these the types of things people want to read? Just stuff that happened to me today?

My fingernails are nubs. Seriously.

But then I got to thinking about that puppy on the table. Maybe what I think would happen, wouldn’t. I mean, maybe the puppy would sprout magical wings. Or maybe T Junior was thinking the puppy would be wearing a jet pack while on the table. Perhaps, the puppy would just stay on the table and be happy about it because someone left prime rib up there. (Who would do that, though, because prime rib is delicious and expensive.)

Basically, what I’m trying to say is that I’m excited get back to my style of writing again…little stories about life…about motherhood…about trying to stay in shape when I’m not training for anything (yikes), about…whatever I feel like writing about. I’ll write here sometimes and at Sanity Department sometimes. Whenevs. These are my blogs, darn it. I can do what I like.

So, let’s put these puppies on the table and see what happens!