I really like to write posts about problems that lead to “aha” moments. It’s fantastic when my struggles can be neatly packaged into a narrative that wraps itself up with a tidy little bow. Extra points for self-deprecating humor, of course. But much of the time, life isn’t tidy. Problems linger, emotions fester, and I grow weary.
Many of you were either delighted or appalled by my account of the cyst. I put in some agonizing work on my memoir—the final emotional push that it needed—and the bump on my face took the cue and released itself as well. I thought it was such a striking metaphor, and the post was fun to write. But in real life, the little bugger came back! It persists to this day, in fact, and it’s going to take an appointment with a dermatologist to get rid of it once and for all. And of course I haven’t had my last tussle with my book—just wait ’til an editor gets his or her hands on it. Life isn’t tidy.
I recently reported on Baby Linus’ (lack of) sleeping routine and how a special swaddling blanket seemed to save the day. As a ridiculously proactive person, I loved that solution. I loved it so much that I hopped online and bought another one. Well, four or five days later, the stellar sleep performances started to slide. I suspect that I dismissed the possibility of milk-soy protein intolerance too quickly, so after yesterday’s pumpkin milkshake (breaking my own rules never felt so good), I’m back to having rice milk (an acquired taste, to be sure) on my cereal. No, life isn’t tidy.
Many of us struggle with the same issues day in and day out, sometimes even year in and year out. I love to solve problems, but the way out of a tough situation isn’t always apparent. Sometimes all we can do is keep experimenting. If I figure out what helps the baby sleep, I’m keeping it to myself. I’d have to be a damn fool to report any more baby sleep victories online.
I Want to Know
What’s bugging you?