And you wonder why I don’t post more often lately

Inside my head: Oh, thank goodness, the baby is snoozing and I have three minutes to myself. Screw the laundry (and the dishwasher, and the vacuuming, and the boys’ room, and the gardening…) I’m going to seize this time for myself and write a blog post.

**kicks boys off computer**

**ignores wails of protest**

**sits down at keyboard**

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**sound of crickets**

Inside my head: Crap, I can’t think of anything to blog about. I swear, I wrote 16 blog posts in my head just yesterday, what the heck were they about? Some of them were actually worthy of posting, too. And I’m flat out of memes. Okay, I’ll just check my e-mail real quick. (When did that phrase, “real quick”, become so ubiquitous? It’s like “seriously”, it’s everywhere. And it’s just as meaningless and just as insiduously addictive.) Anyway, e-mail. Let’s see… three newsletters on stuff I barely care about, two offers for blog tours on products I’ll never use, and a bit of salacious gossip. Okay, I’ll reply to the gossip later. And a notification that someone wrote on my Facebook wall, I’ll just pop over there and acknowledge that on the wall-to-wall.

Simon: “Mom! Can you wipe my butt?”

Back at the keyboard, inside my head: Okay, where was I? Oh yes, Facebook. Hey look, five of my friends changed their profile pictures, and that one is really funny. I should leave a little ‘haha’ comment. Oh, and I’d better take my turns on Scrabulous while I’m here. Not polite to leave Nancy waiting too long. And I haven’t updated my status in a while, so I’ll just…

** sound of crash, then splash, then dripping, from the next room **
Tristan: “Um, Mo-om? Um, you’d better come here…. real quick!”

Back at the keyboard, inside my head: Okay, I’ll update my status later. I’ll just poke Marla back and then get back to the blog. I haven’t posted anything in almost a week, I really have to get something up or people will stop dropping by. Oh yeah, I remember what I was going to blog about!! Right, that will make a great… oh rats, is that the baby I hear? Crikey, he’s awake already? Sigh, so much for computer time. Maybe I’ll get around to posting to the blog tomorrow…

Author: DaniGirl

Canadian. storyteller, photographer, mom to 3. Professional dilettante.

9 thoughts on “And you wonder why I don’t post more often lately”

  1. If people quit dropping by this place, they are crazy!!! Your entitled to taking a break, especially for three boys and Beloved of course!!!

    I drop by everyday, whether there is anything here or not, and I imagine lots of other people do too!

    When your ready, we’ll be here!!!

  2. I don’t even have a newborn and it took me 14 loads of laundry yesterday to get it all done. Good luck and remember, HAVE FUN…always try to have fun.

  3. Okay, the well has run dry for me as well, and I don’t have the excuse that I have a baby attached to me almost 24/7 and two other young boys to keep entertained. You’re entitled to some non-blogging days I think 🙂

  4. Ohhhhh…..you’ve piqued my interest!! What wash the ‘splash’!?!

    Dani – you may not know it….but it’s THESE posts people love best!!! The ‘real’ life ones!!! Besides…it hasn’t been a week….just a few days….so you’re doing MUCH better than you think!!!

    Hang in there girl!!!

  5. It’s posts like this that have me dropping by at least three or four times a week! You always make us smile!

  6. Sadly, I can’t say it gets much better. Baked a birthday cake at 11pm, then rushed home the next day and iced it after work 5 minutes before the party, and it had to be a Wayne Gretzky theme with all his NHL teams.
    But as long as you keep you expectations realistic – do what you can as well as you can. People will have to appreciate you for that, and if they don’t – too bad for them. Don’t stress about what you think the outside world thinks about you – it’s inside your own 4 walls that should have the strongest impact on your life.
    We’re happy when you post, but we all understand when it doesn’t happen everyday. You’re doing a great job as a mom and 3 kids is a lot more difficult than 2.

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