Well, in terms of blogging, anyway.
There are, of course, several reasons for this...I had another baby, I'm a stay-at-home mother (which is a lot more involved than I expected, especially with a toddler and an infant...so far in writing this, I've had to stop and retrieve a teething toy, change a diaper, and then prevent the older child from unchaining the front door in his quest for independence). And I'm self-conscious. I'm afraid to post something unpolished or uninteresting, so the result is that I post nothing at all.
Knowing this is ridiculous is one thing, overcoming it is another. (Well, maybe it isn't ridiculous. Maybe I really do post uninteresting things. But they're interesting to me, so that ought to be reason enough to write them down.)
Quick break for cute picture of brothers in the 21st century:
Ok, so here's what happened this week: I caught a cold.
That's a bummer no matter what, but when charged with the care of two little boys, it can be devastating. (I probably don't need to explain further, since the three people I know of who regularly read this blog are mothers themselves.)(I love you ladies, by the way. Even though we haven't met.)
In dealing with said cold, though, I wound up with an extra dose of guilt. Why? Because I was lying in bed, without energy to lift a regular book, reading emails on my phone. And I was reading the emails that gmail automatically filters to the "social" folder. Where I spotted a comment on my blog from September. It's almost November, and I'd missed this comment for weeks...and I felt bad, because this lovely person was both excited to crochet one of my patterns, and also mentioned that she hoped I was still blogging.
And I want to keep blogging, but I've been getting in my own way too much. So I need to change that.
Here's another picture, because I'm certainly not sitting around doing nothing:
There are, of course, several reasons for this...I had another baby, I'm a stay-at-home mother (which is a lot more involved than I expected, especially with a toddler and an infant...so far in writing this, I've had to stop and retrieve a teething toy, change a diaper, and then prevent the older child from unchaining the front door in his quest for independence). And I'm self-conscious. I'm afraid to post something unpolished or uninteresting, so the result is that I post nothing at all.
Knowing this is ridiculous is one thing, overcoming it is another. (Well, maybe it isn't ridiculous. Maybe I really do post uninteresting things. But they're interesting to me, so that ought to be reason enough to write them down.)
Quick break for cute picture of brothers in the 21st century:
Ok, so here's what happened this week: I caught a cold.
That's a bummer no matter what, but when charged with the care of two little boys, it can be devastating. (I probably don't need to explain further, since the three people I know of who regularly read this blog are mothers themselves.)(I love you ladies, by the way. Even though we haven't met.)
In dealing with said cold, though, I wound up with an extra dose of guilt. Why? Because I was lying in bed, without energy to lift a regular book, reading emails on my phone. And I was reading the emails that gmail automatically filters to the "social" folder. Where I spotted a comment on my blog from September. It's almost November, and I'd missed this comment for weeks...and I felt bad, because this lovely person was both excited to crochet one of my patterns, and also mentioned that she hoped I was still blogging.
And I want to keep blogging, but I've been getting in my own way too much. So I need to change that.
Here's another picture, because I'm certainly not sitting around doing nothing:
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