Monday, October 17, 2011

M.I.A. or A.W.O.L?

I'm here. Really I am. It just appears as though I have fallen off the face of the earth. Or maybe it doesn't cause there is no one out there to notice.

These days I feel really proud of myself when I spend 10 minutes reading and commenting on other people's blogs. It brings back fond memories. Of when I spent 2-3 eager HOURS a day reading and commenting on other people's blogs. And another joyous hour writing a few of my own. (Remember that? When we would write MORE THAN ONE BLOG POST A DAY?) How did we do it?? Why did we stop?

We stopped because there was life. Oh that. Life. Kids. Kids who need attention. Kids who don't want me to shout "Just a minute...I'm almost done with my post!" from the other room while I upload and edit the pictures that will go on the blog post I haven't even begun composing yet. And a husband. A husband who wants a meal when he gets home from a hard day's work. And a kiss. And a hello. A hello not wedge in between the third and fifth edit of my blog post. And then there's the laundry and the sweeping and the dishes to put away and the bathroom to scrub and the and the and the.

And then there was the baby...and, well, she trumped everything. 'Cause she just doesn't wait for me to sort through my reader, looking for the most neglected blogs to catch up on before I hug her and change her and make her a bottle.

And so, it appears, I am missing. But not lost. I'm out there somewhere, mentally composing clever, witty, interesting posts. With pictures. Perfectly framed pictures.

Anyway, I love and appreciate so much those real-friends and stranger-friends and virtual-friends who have continued to read my blog despite my becoming a super dooper LAME blogger.

I dream of the day when I will have the time (and will?) to get back to the good old blogging days. I'll have to go out and search for new bloggers to read me. Bloggers who don't have LIFE pulling at them from all directions. So let me know, you guys, when that's you--when your laundry and kids and husband are all done and loved and satisfied and paid-attention-to and everyone around you is begging you, please, to just sit down for a few hours and blog. OK?

I'll see you then.

(p.s. I'm not quitting blogging. I just realized it sounds like I am. No, I'm just making excuses for how much I suck. I will still be here, in a few days, continuing to write to a make-believe audience who hangs on my every word, don't worry.)


Mrs. O said...

Phew! You had me worried there for a minute. This life I'd like to write about keeps getting in the way of me writing about it. Sigh.

So I will just eat more mango/avocado pico and fold laundry.

Kristina P. said...

I don't really even have a great excuse for being MIA.

Financial Aid for College said...

I love your blogs and search for them every day. I understand and definitely applaud you for putting your REAL life first. But I'll be delighted in 5 years when Pippa's in Kindergarten, and you get back to blogging more than once a fortnight.

You can always collect fans MY way - by brute force: ("Hello, I'm BlogMailing to your email address because otherwise I know you wouldn't read me.") And then they will all come back and enjoy you again. You are cute, clever, informative and great at telling stories of your exciting life.

Financial Aid for College said...

And if you get time to tell me how to remove this ghastly title from my blog responses, I'll give you a foot massage.

Tiffany said...

I'm still here and I'm so with you. Perhaps there is prescription medicine for bloggers like us. I can see the TV commercials now...