Technical difficulties

I won’t spend too much time discussing this, lest I engage in that internet faux pas known as metablogging.

It’s been very hard to come here lately. Not because I don’t have anything to say, but because of various hardware and software problems.

By hardware, I mean my brand new Chromebook was destroyed by a young one who shall remain nameless, only weeks after she destroyed my previous laptop. My fourth computer in less than two years. Then my phone broke (I have in a pinch written posts from my phone, something I did frequently in the NICU while doing kangaroo care with a preemie.), and I had to wait a week to get it back.

The funny thing is, right before my toddler’s heel crashed through the Chromebook, I had made the decision to get back to blogging daily. I told myself that I needed to view this thing like a job again (the way it used to be) and not showing up every day simply isn’t an option, no matter how tired one is.

Funny.

It’s rather difficult to blog without a working wifi-enabled… thingie.

But mostly, it’s just difficult to blog lately, period.

My childrens’ needs/desires are taking up all of my time, and it’s getting even harder now that my oldest is 17 and just got his first real job, requiring shuttling around by yours truly, and on the other end I have a new baby, so frequent night nursing steal my daytime energy and brainpower, making the software in my brain fail.

The longer one goes inbetween blog posts, the more difficult it is to jump back in the water, to get back in the game. It’s super intimidating because you feel like everyone’s watching and waiting for you to say something really profound, and not talk about, y’know, your minimalist wardrobe or how not to waste too much food every week.

I feel like giving up.

But I’ve learned it’s a huge mistake to make forever decisions based on temporary emotions.

Maybe I’ll just start over.

Hi. My name is Carrie Willard. I have one very kind husband and seven very… childlike children. I used to write about things like parenting, eating healthfully on a budget, large family logistics, homeschooling, frugality, time management, my fascination avec les femmes francaises, making money writing online, and books.

Then, I gave birth to a 27 weeker preemie who blew everything up.

Now, I write a lot about him, (somewhat) apologetically, but that’s where I’m at. It’s been the scariest, hardest year of my life and I’m still healing. I’m not the same person I was.

I’m still trying to find out who I am now, exactly.

I hope you stick around during the process.