For the last month, I've mainly sat here at my computer, scared shitless. For some reason, blogging has become hard. Reading, writing, commenting, all of it has become the most difficult part of my life. Hanging with my kids? Easy. Rolling my eyes at the Real Housewives franchise? Easy. Playing my dulcimer? Easy.
But you guys? All of you? Putting my boring-ass life out here for you to read and for me to share? Da-umn. It has become really hard for me. Why? It's a combination of being tired (working out and trying to keep this body healthy is kicking my ass, people!), being busy (driving to the kids' school three times a day for drop-offs and pick-ups, plus swim lessons, plus making sure the kids don't kill themselves while they play outside, plus Mama! Can I have a drink of water/my Barbie? Mama! Where's my Hot Wheels/gray kitty/crayons?), and wondering if anyone out here really gives two shits about my little life.
I'm not trying to say that IRL is more important than this blog because truly, this blog is part of my IRL. It's all the same thing. This place, this purple slice of blog heaven is my corner of the blogverse and the place where I can cut loose. I talked about this with dear, sweet, wonderful Becky and she reminded me that yes, you guys do want to read my boring-ass shit. For the last month, it's been a table for one. Previously, it's been a table reserved for me and all of you, but I've closed it off. Too busy snarfing down all the bread and butter, I suppose. But I'm opening it back up, dang it. I'm pulling up some more chairs and rolling out the
Because this blog is all about my life and me sharing it with you. So, let's share, OK?