Less than a year later. . .

So this is it, back to writing a blog. A quiet life with no secrets to share and no readers to share with. My two guys are asleep in the bedroom after a long night at a wedding and with a babysitter, respectively. I'm the one who needs the nap, but I also need the peace of having a couple of minutes to myself to get this ball rolling again.

My current occupations are always work and motherhood. Being a mom is fun. The trips on the bus when everyone talks to us and we make pleasant conversation, story time at the library, and me pre-chewing little bits of carne asada at the taqueria, feeding my baby bird on the sly in a grimy high chair. Being his mom is surprisingly easy, except in the rare case that I become annoyed with all-night nursing (hooray! another growth spurt!) or I realize, as I did last night, that I don't get out much and I can no longer drink like a pro. (I awoke this morning with a tell-tale dry mouth and faint headache - the end result of the first buzz I've had since 2007. )

I work with my hands and my hands are telling me in no uncertain terms that I shouldn't be using them: between diapers and working, I wash the poor things at least 20 times a day. So while I've never been a person with allergies suddenly eczema dogs my fingers and creates an itchy little stigmata-like patch in each palm. A baby-bitten right pointer finger; a bruised left pointer from the diaper clip's tooth; a sliced right thumb from dish-washing last week; a frayed greyish band-aid wrapped around my right f-u finger, run afoul of a splintery patio seat at yesterday's wedding in a small seaside town. Wedding rings shining on the wrong hand because the right hand, my left one, is too itchy to wear them.

So this is me today: a happy heart, a mild hangover, and typing with two annoyed fingers. It's sunny in the 'hood, and later we'll walk the thirty blocks to drop off the rent check and then head to the beach. I have coffee and the plants are dancing in the breeze by the window. I hear the squeals of a happy man and a toothy baby from the next room. It's time to go in and play.