Quiet on the home front

It's been quiet around here.  Not that nothing has been happening, because life is still happening.  The world is still turning but I haven't been feeling the compulsion to write like I normally do.  After I thought about it for a quick second, I realized it's because I don't have any drama anymore.


Me.


No. More. Drama.


I never thought I would get to this place.  Monday, Drew and I celebrated two years of being married.  My parents came in town to babysit and we went to a ridiculously decadent dinner that lasted three hours.  We had oysters, champagne, wine, amazing food and I didn't have to wear a nursing bra.  Do you know how major that is?  It was like we were on a date - we only briefly talked about the baby and the night couldn't have been more perfect.


Do you know where we were last year?


I was in a hotel - by myself.  We'd gotten into an AWFUL fight, I left, he locked me out and it was very iffy if our marriage was going to see another day - like, for real for real.  Don't bother looking for that post - I didn't write about it because there is such a thing as too much drama.  I'm only talking about it now because I'm in awe of how far we've come.


Getting married was drama.  Trying to get pregnant was drama.  God KNOWS the pregnancy was drama.  But now?


It's quiet.


Well, not really - I have the baby in the Ergo on my chest and she's babbling and cooing and grabbing my cheeks.  


But other than that, it's quiet.  


Not to say that we don't have our flare-ups but they die down just as quickly as they start.  The baby is amazingly easy and I haven't had any meltdowns recently.


The house is still on the market - the first two weeks we had lots of interest, but nothing since then.  Drew is traveling back and forth until it sells but we're about to enter the holiday season and the real estate market is about to grind to a halt, so the travel is going to be our life for a while.  It's not a shock and I'm thankful that I'm pretty well used to it.


What I'm trying to say is - I think I have blogger's block!  Writing is what kept me from climbing the walls and going postal when the world was upside down.  But things have righted themselves and I find myself staring at my blog, fingers poised over the keyboard, and nothing comes.


That's the challenge when you're a life blogger.  If your life isn't blog-worthy, what are you supposed to write?  I don't have a house to re-do.  I sure as HELL can't cook so being a food blogger is all the way out.  I'm certainly not a mommy blogger - I will not be telling you about the time I danced with glee because my daughter pooped. (I really did that.  She hadn't pooped for days and I was starting to get worried.  When she finally did, I was that mom who got happy over her kid's poop.  I'm not proud of it.)  Well, I guess I just wrote about that.  Shit.  I'm not funny on purpose and I'm certainly not snarky.  It's not a good color on me. 


So, here I am.  Thankful for my outlet but wondering what to do now that it's no longer the outlet it used to be.  I don't know where to go from here.  I'm looking for what feels right, so if over the next few posts I crank out something that's truly awful, please bear with me and I apologize in advance.  I'm in a new race and I have yet to hit my rhythm.


You thought I was going to say stride, didn't you?