YummY! Down on This

I remember a time when I wrote something in my blog every day.  Usually in at least 2 of them actually (as I have several).  I had dreams of becoming “internet famous.”

At some point I realized that internet fame was not going to be a part of my life, but I kept blogging anyway.  It was something I enjoyed doing.  Maybe a little different from other peoples hobbies, but still a hobby.

However, I found myself blogging less and less.  I got to thinking that my life was so mundane, so uninteresting, that nobody wanted to read what I was writing anyway.  Nobody but me cares that I had to pick up 37 fuzzy posters that someone had thrown on the floor at work.  Nobody but me cares about photos of my dog.

So I got where I only posted if I thought something interesting had happened.

And then Parker was born, and I’ve almost stopped blogging altogether.  He’s such a fussy baby that I’m lucky if I can get a bath, most less find time to blog.

But at work yesterday I was thinking a lot about my blogs and how I have always enjoyed blogging so much.  I started thinking about how I have absolutely 0% me time since Parker was born.  My husband pretty much thinks that if I’m home he doesn’t have to do anything with Parker.  Even as I sit here, holding a crying baby in one arm and typing with one hand he’s sitting in another room of the house reading a book on web video.

My blogs are my ULTIMATE me places and I would like to get back to doing a post (or more) daily again.

Who cares how mundane it may be, its just a space for ME after all.