Sometimes blogging is a lot like doing laundry. Laundry is
probably one of the easiest chores to do but despite its simplicity, it’s one
of the things I most often avoid doing around the house. Every time I force
myself to finally do the laundry, or rather, the overwhelming piles of dirty
clothes take over my room and I realize that I have no more clean underwear, I
wonder why it took me so long to get around to it. It’s not like I have to sit
and scrub anything; the machine does all of the work.
Lately, that’s how I feel about blogging. Writing is easy
for me, and I love this blog. I love being able to talk honestly about
motherhood and my experience in it, and I love the responses I get each week
from all of you. But, as you may have noticed over the last month, I’ve been
avoiding it. It’s not like I don’t have stories to tell you – things have been
pretty hectic actually, between potty training [insert witty remark about
wanting to bang my head against the wall], babysitting my niece for a week [see
above brackets for my thoughts on constantly being around two toddlers] and the
fact that my not-quite-three year old suddenly has nightmares and imaginary
friends [did I mention she’s not even three yet?!]. So why have I been avoiding
my own site? Well, I’m lazy.
I could say I’ve been so lazy because I’m seven months
pregnant, or because I’m busy trying to avoid death by toddler rage raise
a toddler, or because I put sleep ahead of most other activities. The truth is that
it’s all three combined.
Motherhood is awesome but it’s draining even on the good days.
And being pregnant is no different; quite frankly, creating life for someone
else can often feel like it’s sucking the life right out of you. So between the
bun currently in my oven and the one that popped out a few years ago and likes
to find new ways to make mommy’s head explode every day, I’m finding that all
of my energy is used up, hence the constant sleeping instead of blogging. Don’t
get me wrong, I’ve always been pro-napping for adults, but it often doesn’t
even feel like a choice anymore.
Putting all of that aside though, there’s still the double
edged sword of procrastination to deal with. The longer you put something off, the
easier it is to avoid. But the longer you do so, the scarier the task becomes,
which is exactly how my one week off of blogging turned into a month. Suddenly
the thought of writing on here made me a little panicky. It was self-inflicted
pressure, but I felt like I had to be super witty and funny or else people
would just stop coming around here altogether. But, just like with the laundry,
the only way to get over the overwhelming feeling was to just do it. So here we
are. I know this post isn’t funny or
witty, but it’s a post and sometimes that’s just going to have to do.
So don’t worry. You will eventually get to hear all about my
thoughts on potty training now that I’ve actually done it and what it’s like to
have Irish twins for a week. Again, I don’t know if any of it will end up being
funny or witty, but I’ll try as hard as I can.
And, if I’m not trying as hard as I can, I promise to at
least feel bad about it.
-Alice
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