‘Why would you write a blog? We are so ordinary,’ the hubby had asked me when I began considering this.
He obviously doesn’t read a lot of blogs. That, or he thinks that all of you bloggers have much more interesting lives than we do. Which is pretty sad, considering the other day I read a whole litany on how to figure out how much energy you are saving when you use a clothesline vs. a dryer. (Nice for those of you who don’t have covenants, but just wasted words to anyone with the Association President from hell.)
But he did make me think. So, in between changing diapers and cleaning that crevice in the dishwasher where all of the syrup gets stuck, I thought long and hard about why I wanted my own blog. And while I scraped the Eggo remnants from under my fingernails, I realized I needed a place to go that was mine. Somewhere where I wouldn’t be interrupted a million times. I mean, let’s face it. Any mom will tell you she can’t even escape to the bathroom without tiny fingers creeping under the door or a constant barrage of “are you almost done” being screamed by tiny little imps just outside.
I needed a place where I could stop and think about all of the things that I used to enjoy before my world became entangled with Pokemon and pipe cleaner crafts.
So, when I’m feeling the need to vent or just organize my thoughts, I’ll creep down here and turn on the computer. And when I start hearing those bloodcurdling screams from up above, I’ll quietly shut the door (which should buy me at least a half hour 3 minutes), rant to you good people, then resume my life as MOM.
