This is what my bathroom floor looks like 98% of the time. I pick up the stuff, she pulls it right back out. Mom life.
I’m obviously the best blogger in the history of ever, what with my one post per month and all. Sometime around the 5th of every month (Charlotte’s birthday), I remember I have a space on the Internet, so I post something to keep from feeling guilty about spending money on a domain name and not using it.
You’d think I’d use the same logic with my $80-per-month gym membership. But, I don’t.
It’s not that I don’t want to blog, because I really do. I think about it all the time. The barista at Starbucks will hand me my Venti Decaf Iced Caramel Macchiato with extra caramel drizzle, I’ll realize it’s actually 85% milk and 15% Caramel Macchiato, and subsequently write an entire post in my head about my awful first-world problem. Unfortunately, that post never makes it past my cerebellum.
I’m just kidding. I don’t even know where my cerebellum is. I wrote in my diary during high-school biology. Still graduated with honors. Boom.
I want to write more, though. I really do. And I have such good intentions! I have a list of potential blog posts on my phone and no less than 12 physical lists in various notebooks and on scrap pieces of paper. I even have product reviews waiting to be written (but first, actually reviewed).
This blogging thing could be super awesome, if I put some effort into it. I mean, sure, my Pearls & Politics banner was made at least five years ago on a totally outdated version of Photoshop, and I don’t even know how to get my Instagram feed to slideshow. So, I have some things to work on (like, the name Pearls & Politics, because I’m kind of over it).
But, the writing thing, I can do. I can sit here and tell you about my wonky Starbucks drink, or what amazing abilities Charlotte has developed over the last 30 days, or how much I love Mindy Kaling’s book (which I am currently reading + reviewing, and so far – hilarious).
And the free stuff? Y’all. I can’t even tell you how much fun that is!
I totally plan on getting back into the swing of things very soon. I’m not going to promise five posts a week because, lezzbehonest, I’m a failure. But, I love my blog, and it’s not something I’m ready to give up, so I’m going to try harder.
Well, at least after Charlotte’s first birthday party, I will.
Speaking of, why do we do this to ourselves, Moms? Why does the first birthday (or any birthday) have to be bigger and gaudier than my own wedding? Does she need a laser-cut monogram wall hanging? Does she need a sit-down dinner for the guests? Does she need a personalized cake-topper?
The answer, of course, is yes. She does.
So, I’m still here. Still kickin’. Just trying to keep the floors mopped and the dishes done, while working 5 days a week and attending middle-school Open Houses and elementary-school PTO meetings, while making sure the baby doesn’t swallow her hairbows or get trampled by the 130-lb Great Dane, while group-texting with the girls at stupid hours of the night, while making Bubble-Guppies stickers on Photoshop, while planning an extravagant first birthday, while waking up early to make the kids breakfast and get them off to school.
Just kidding. I don’t get up early. That’s what the husband is for.
I promise to be back soon.