Remember when I used to post every day? Sometimes even twice a day? Well, now it seems that I’m struggling to write even once a week. I have no excuse other than my life, my kid, and way to much watching of Gilmore girls.
I don’t know what my deal is. I have plenty to say. Ask anyone who sees me in real life – I just won’t stop yammering. But then I go over here and it’s all “Hmmm… well I could… no… uhhhh” and so on.
I’m guessing it probably stems from my fears of being 1) boring and 2) obnoxious. I have a little boy who is very cute and, because of his age, also a major time suck. Who wants to hear about that all the time? I don’t, and I’m living it.
A few people made comments or sent emails shortly after JR was born saying things along the lines of “Yes, your baby is very cute, but ya got anything else to say?” And that sent my “Oh God, please don’t be mad at me” sense into high alert. It’s like Spidey-sense but full of much more furrowing and hand wringing.
So, I’m left being totally unsure of what to write about. Hopefully you’ll help me.
Which would you rather hear about?
A. Why Gilmore girls (see?) might be the secret to improving all relationships
B. The ridiculous conversation I had on the phone with the receptionist at the dermatologist
C. Why I even have to go see a dermatologist
D. My current fretting over the h1n1 vaccine
E. How bangs have changed my life, both for the better and worse
F. All of the above
G. None of the above, and jeez, woman, shut the hell up
H. Please no one pick option G because I will develop an ulcer (see aforementioned “Oh God, please don’t be mad at me” sense)