I’m taking on a challenge of a free write. It feels rather risqué to do such a thing — free write, no edit, publish on internet. But, here goes.

The first thing I felt when I began writing was to make a list of all of the random things that pass through my head that never get processed. I often think about the million and one things that pass through the human brain that we immediately disregard as inappropriate or irrelevant, and they fade into the outer space of our noggins, never to be revisited or shared. I think have about a gazillion of those by 10am.

So, a sample list of unshared thoughts:

Morning
1st thoughts:
I love this new bedroom. So cozy.
I really need to start strengthening my back. Isaiah is getting so tall and heavy.
Should I work out?
Mhm, I better send that email for work.
I’m going to be on time today. Mhm. No, I’m going to TRY and be on time today. Critical difference.
I should do Yoga.
If I start wearing a robe, then I’m really old.
My knees crack like an old lady.
Is my doc appointment today or tomorrow?
Do I do enough with my privilege?
That’s a hellluvalot of snow.
I’m a capri girl and it’s a capri world.

2nd thoughts:
Is Cleveland really the best place for me?
Is Cleveland really the best place for me to raise a child?
I really hope Isaiah sleeps at least another hour.
I can’t believe I’m up before Nick. Such role reversal since we got married.
I don’t feel like cooking anything. The kitchen floor is so cold.
Mhm. Yes. Sending that work email right now.
Yay! Paget’s back! I feel more freedom already!

Midmorning thoughts:
I swear everyone else and their mom is off work today.
I’ll miss not working with Nick when he starts working for Deloitte in the fall.
Nick really loves those button down shirts with black pants.
Today is a great day even though it’s snowing like a mothereffer outside.
I really need to work on my presentation for Wednesday.
Catholic Social teaching? That’s like oxygen for my brain cells.
King Herod was a coward. Afraid of an infant?
I wish people paid attention to their faith. It’d make my job a lot easier.

Afternoon thoughts:
This barley should’ve cooked at least another 30 minutes.
Southern pound cake is crack. I want this whole loaf.
How does Fresca have sodium in it? It’s so sweet.
Working out is such a chore in January.
It’s so flipping cold. Cleveland is not the place for me or Isaiah.
How can I arrange my life so that I spend winters in warm climates? How do I do this without disrupting Isaiah’s education?
Things will be better once I have a really good run and get my endorphins pumping.
Soup is my medicine.

Late Afternoon Thoughts
TJ Maxx truly is a different store everyday.
This kid doesn’t know anything about furniture.
He’s really sweet, but a lovable idiot.
Not an idiot after all. he found the gadget to fold down my backseat.
HOORAY! The table fits in the car now. Should I tip him?

Early Evening Thoughts
I miss Isaiah.
Go back to sleep, child.
How the Buckeyes manage to lose so badly is a disgrace.
Why do I always end up with the poopy diaper?
Am I still a feminist the way I was last year? Or the year before?
How does one teach about sexuality without getting lambasted by conservatives in the catholic church?
I love black beans. Small tragedy Isaiah doesn’t like them anymore.
Nick is implementing all of his resolutions already. I like it.

Evening Thoughts
If I call Dad, it’ll be at least 30 minutes of my night talking about the latest kidnappings.
I miss Dad. Call anyway.
I can’t believe this butternut squash soup cooked the rice so well. YUM.
This must be terrible twos. If it’s not, I’m returning this kid.
I should write.
I should workout.
I just want to lay here on the couch with Nick and laugh with Isaiah for hours.
Life’s too short.
Just because I like “Baby, Baby” doesn’t mean I’m a Bieber fan. He’s like 12 years old.

Late evening THoughts
I don’t think old houses are my thing.
Efficiency is the trump card of life.
Why did I friend her? I’m not even sure she knows who I am.
This new Timeline thing on Facebook looks like a commitment of at least 2 hours.
I love having a child.
Do I want another child?
I think I’m still a child.
I love this damn mac so damn much.
I love Nick so damn much.
I think I have to live someplace warm. Maybe Northern California.
I don’t want to be a cliche, but coastal life is calling me.
New curtains. YES. But not frilly.
Why can’t computers just think for me and download what i need without asking me questions?

Now
Sleep sounds good, but I’m addicted to this mac.