And after the high of the Bump's birth on Tuesday, the rest of the week has been decidedly foul. Can Grannies get post natal depression? I do believe I may have a bout going on here. Apparently the new parents are getting very little, if any, sleep. I am going to go and help out for a couple of nights soon, so they can rest. They wanted to do it all themselves, but realised after the first few hours, that that would be rather ridiculous. I remember the feeling well.
I read a few newish blogs (to me) yesterday, and was struck by something someone said - referring to blog traffic. She said she used to only get about 100 hits a day and few comments, and then things took off into the 1000s. Well, I am sitting here, and seeing my stats with a slightly amused eye - I get anything from 50 (when I write nothing at all) to about 290 odd people on this site a day. And I am absolutely fine with that. It is not a failure, you see, because I do not write for fame or recognition, or stats. However, I was a little galled to have 100 hits described as nothing. I also read during Blissdom 09, that anyone who had 100 followers on Twitter, and 100 hits a day on the blog, had a community. I loved that. This is my little community and I am part of yours. And to be quite honest, I do not give a monkeys what the stat counter says, which is why I have several unopened weekly emails with my traffic reports in my inbox. 100 hits a day is not NOTHING. It is just perfect. I am comfortable with that.
I think the slightly put out feeling I had is all part of that slump I was talking about. The rollercoaster thing. You know when you have days where everything people say seems barbed and everyone you love seems to be having a rough time, and you just want to crawl inside a hole and hide?? Yes. Well. I have been in that hole. And then add the discombobulation and the pain and stir well, and you have a very merry me. Not.
So today, I am slowly popping the head out of the hole and am looking around to see what arrows and stones are poised to come my way, and I may consider emerging soon. I remember coming home after the hospital and standing at my front door on Thursday looking at my bunch of keys, which had suddenly grown from 12 to 120 and trying to fit the right one in the door. It took me quite a while. And life feels like that at the moment. Too many keys and only one will fit in the door.
I do realise that this will make less than no sense to you lovely people. Put it down to "Linds is too weary to make sense".
- The trees are now gone from my back border. They will plant new ones, but it is light and rather open at the moment.
- And I found the instructions for my camera in English today and have printed off 52 pages to read. One day.
- I have eaten 2 hotcross buns (remember, Jeana???)
- and have found the papers to road tax my car.
- I should be at a 70's party tonight, but my leg and I will stay home and bond instead and watch CSI.
- The sun has been shining.
- And that is all.
- Normal Linds may be back tomorrow........