It was so sweet. After being up half the night teething, Ian ended up out of the house on Tuesday with Em & Ash & Bodhi and thus, I did my cooking from home. I hadn’t realized how long it’s been since I’ve been alone in the house for more than a couple hours. How long you ask? Um…how old’s Ian?

It was quiet. All day. I listened to Adam Carolla swear without guilt. I cooked for our family and other families. I showered. I left hot pans on the floor. I had my laptop in plain site on the couch. It was surreal.

I feel incredibly blessed to be able to stay home with Ian, but I really don’t understand these amazing blogs I come across with professional photography and new recipes every day and designer homes with handmade paper flowers, all produced by stay-at-home-moms (or WORKING moms, for Christ’s sake). How the eff do they do it? It’s all I can do to have clean hair, fresh food for my kid and an activity that does not involve strolling to the grocery store yet again. I can’t even get stains out of clothes, much less have a podcast, much as I want to, and I really, really want to. I have things to say. What was I saying?