It turns out that writing a daily blog quickly becomes exceptionally boring if you have got nothing interesting to do all day. First, our baby got sick with fever. Great Christmas. Then, a couple of days later, our toddler joined the club. Luckily the baby recovered already, but Rafa is still feeling quite bad. Lost his appetite (never happened like that). Drinks a lot. And every so many hours his fever flares up, only to slowly go down a couple of hours later. Poor thing. Needless to say, we’re not doing much. It’s somehow soothing that the weather is absolutely shit, too.
So the content to write about becomes a bit scarce. I could complain that I messed up preparing another two meals today. (Heike tells me I shouldn’t be so harsh on myself.) Or I could, by now, write up an instruction manual in how to take rectal temperature or give kids a suppository (I had to look up the word for a pill for in the bottom, and I ‘suppose’ that’s the word for it).
I’m not saying life gets boring. It’s actually more challenging. However, the current situation absolutely sucks for writing. It’s the absolute opposite of inspirational. (In search for the best word for that, I found a wonderful title for this post). Writing without much to write about is boring, and no fun at all. I just continue posting to keep momentum. It’s too easy to skip a day, which will quickly turn into two weeks in this time of the year. NO! I have to keep it going. Please accept my apologies. It’s perhaps a good thing that most people take a break from social media during the end of the year. That way, this horrible mess will mostly go unread.