I’m in a much better mood today. I was feeling very trapped by Lily yesterday which I think is pretty obvious by the entry.

That’s the thing about journals: they are like photographs in that they capture a single moment in time. But life isn’t static, and so moods, thoughts, actions — everything — constantly moves. But a journal entry is a written photograph of a moment — a single emotion or idea captured in words.

(It’s nice to be writing again, even if it’s just journal entries. I haven’t written in a very very long time.)

Toddlers are just so much work. Mothers of grown-up children always tell me, “Oh, before you even blink, they are 25 and moved out of the house. It happens too fast.” And I want to reply, “Not when you have a toddler. When you have a toddler, time stands still.” But I don’t say that. I will probably be saying the same exact thing they are saying when Lily is 25-years-old.

I read a comic strip by Shannon Wheeler where one of the characters said, “Somewhere between expectation and nostalgia, you think I would have been happy.” It seems a very sad statement, but there is a bit of truth to it… just a bit. I don’t want it to be completely true because it is too sad. But sometimes, the moment is difficult and painful.

Anyways, blah blah blah — I’m feeling much better now. I’m off to Taco Cabana with the Munchkin to get some breakfast now.