When I first started blogging, it wasn’t a record of my day or a way to keep up with my internet friends. It was just a creative outlet for me. I’d sit down and think of an event in my day and how I could turn it into a post. How could I write about my trip to the grocery store, a tv show I watched or a conversation I’d had that was more than just retelling what happened? I’d try to give it a moral, or turn it into a rant or even try to be funny.
Now it’s different because most of my readers are friends (irl and in bloggy land) and I feel some sort of obligation to convey my life to
them you. But I’m so OVER posting about my life. Right now there are two blankets, one set of princess shoes, a half empty sippy cup, a ribbon baton, two empty glasses, a breast pump, my keys and 3 things of lipgloss within 3 feet of me. My kids are asleep and the highlight of my day is THIS. The most productive thing I’ll do all day is give Lydia a bath and spend 6 hours nursing Asa.
I desperately wish I had watched Oprah so I could virtually roll my eyes at her. I wish I had a meeting that was long and boring so I could complain about it. I wish I had a funny story to share. I wish I had a neat memory or even a black and white photo to post.
But I don’t.
Right now I’m in sahm-land. I’m happy to be here. I’m just sorry it’s not very blog worthy.
(ps–I just remembered my other productive thing–I made chili in the crockpot. There you go. Blog-worthy.)