I actually forgot that I have a blog.
Now, some of you may be falling back in your computer chairs, feigning shock. Folks, life has been
While standing on the threshold of the front door of life, in my bathrobe I realized something. I spend far too much time worrying about my blog. "GASP!" you say, "how could this be?". I know this revelation may be incredibly shocking to your blogging system but I really do get sucked in. I find it exciting to read about the lives of people from all walks of life. I love to read about the little things my friends and family post as long as it has nothing to do with poop. I love to write about the little things not including poop.
I love to read and write blog posts. + I hate to do housework. = Holy crap (ha!), this place is a mess.
If that isn't an easy math equation, I don't know what is.
So....when faced with my husbands esteemed High School Chemistry teacher becoming a tutor for my oldest man child, and heaps of crap left over from our little foray to Idaho, I turned off the computer without a backward glance.
Hey, don't get me wrong, I did have little moments, early in the morning, when I would yearn for some blog time. I would make a plan for sneaking off to the library so that the children could "check out books" which is code for: blogging with out interruption or guilt of messy house, but I never did.
Mostly I just forgot that I had a blog. And readership.
Here, in the reflection of my freshly dusted computer screen, I vow to write more sans poop, ignore less in my bathrobe.