For the last month I have honestly wanted to blog, and sat down several times to do so, but I just couldn’t find the energy to update my tired old blog with all of my tired old stories. You see, that blog is over 3 years old. 3 years is a long time in Kerry years. If my blog were confined to the rules of dog years it would be sitting at the bar, drunk and crying about all of the things it never accomplished and hoping that it isn’t making a fool out of itself. The people behind the bar serving my blog drinks would be rolling their eyes and suggesting to my blog that it just move on, and that is exactly what I am doing.
My life is in an absolutely beautiful place right now. I have two wonderful children, an amazing husband, and a kick ass view of a golf course and a river on the East Coast (where the magic happens.) 3 years ago me wouldn’t even believe that I would wind up here and that is why I am going to say a fond farewell to the Life of Kri and a big hello to whatever this blog is destined to turn into. I am going to try and stick to it, but I make no promises. I have a hard enough time sticking to a diet - finding the time to type word thingies after a day of chasing around a 3 year old tornado while carrying around an 18 lb baby is just sometimes impossible. Most nights I am so exhausted that I barely remember how to breathe, let alone put together coherent sentences.
I will start this by sharing a story about the preschooler – the preschooler who I have to beg not to tell strangers that try and speak to him that he doesn’t like them. This week he discovered Bob the Builder and fell in love with him (thank you strategically placed previews on Thomas the Train DVD’s). This week his t.v. channel, Nick Jr., caught the digital sickness and started to fail by way of massive pixilation. I called Fios (who promptly had a guy out the next day!) and our installer, Bob, came in to be our cable fixing knight in shining armor. Ge asked who the man coming over to fix our t.v. was and I said, “Bob”, to which he quickly replied, “Bob the Builder!” And sure, why not? I mean, BtB fixes things, BtFG (bob the fios guy) fixes things; it seemed silly to break his little 3 year old heart. BtFG was a nice guy, he worked quickly and fixed our problems, and Ge told me, “I like him. I like him because his name is Bob and him fixed my cartoon teevees”. This was huge. Our cable guy was literally the first person outside of family that Ge has ever “liked”. We figure it is a step forward in some direction.
And as I type this, peace falling over our home like the warmest, cuddliest blanket ever, Chunk is asleep and Ge is sitting on his Dad’s lap playing his last Nick Jr game for the night and I am excited. I want to be better about keeping these stories for the future. About Ge liking the cable guy, or the DramaSaurus screaming at us uncontrollably if she even catches a glimpse of a bottle – like we wouldn’t feed the beast ever again. Or the husband saying or drawing ridiculous things. Those little things in life are the reason I am starting over – because the future is worthy of the freshest of starts. I will leave my old blog to those poor bartenders.