It's not that I haven't wanted to update today, it's just that I've been busy. I had a conference this morning and a luncheon this afternoon. Then I spent sometime reading other people's blogs instead of updating my own. It happens.
I've also been thinking a lot about the direction of this blog. I started it when I was pregnant so my friends and family could follow my journey through pregnancy and labor/delivery. Since I was one of the first in my group of friends to have a child, I got a lot of the same questions over and over. Answering them (and giving people waaaaay more information than they wanted to ever know about my uterus and cervix) on a blog seemed to make sense.
The more I think about it, the more perfect blogging seems for a pregnant woman. It's a time when complete strangers will inquire about the functions and performance of your body in intimate, minute detail. People are suddenly interested in your sex life (as in: When did you get pregnant? Answer: Drunk after a wedding party in New York. October 2004. It was a good month for getting laid) and whether or not you plan on using your boobs to feed the bebe (answer: yup, until I needed formula assistance from WIC and they demanded my breast pump back).
Now that Zac is almost eighteen months old, I'm just not sure that he and I are that interesting to read about. Sure, as Mr. Tugboat would say, the drama of dating as a single parent and watching stupid men (his words) go up in flames on the Internet is intriguing for a while. What if I stop dating, though? Then what do I write about?
I'll give you a story for today: Zac was so cranky last night that I finally caved in and put on the movie "Cars" just so he would stop crying. It worked instantly. He sat in his favorite corner of the couch and stared at the screen, occasionally pointing and shouting, "Car. Go car!" When I would turn to him to ask him a question about the movie, in my best impersonation of a parent that believes in teachable moments, he would just look at me with his eyebrows scrunched together and say, "Car, car, car!" and turn back to the movie. I'm assuming that's toddler speak for, "Shut the hell up, Mom. I'm trying to watch the movies about cars." I turned on my laptop and went back to surfing the Internet, looking up every now and then to watch animated cars cheer on other animated cars racing around the animated track.
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This whole blogging thing makes me wish I had an advice column. At least then I would have an excuse to continue writing every day.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
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Um, you do have an excuse to write every day -- your friends and readers would be crushed without your updates. So what if you decide to stop dating? I'd probably rather hear about what's really going on in your life -- how you are getting by and raising this incredible kid as a single mom -- than about some "stupid man" who doesn't know his head from his ass... In short, we love you! Please don't stop writing.
I love reading your blog and I hope you continue to write everyday. I love the way you write and how you know just the perfect words to describe a night of throwing up, wanting Zac to wear shoes and so much more.
PLEASE keep writing.
also, keep writing if it is helpful to you...
carolyn in austin.
Lurker, here. Please keep writing! I'm sure you could get people to write in with questions if you wanted to run an advice column outta this thing...
Um, hello....we don't want you to go anywhere. I've talked to you a couple of times. Maybe I should be a litle more revealing. I am a single mom of two teenage girls. I have been single since the day before I found out I was pregnant with the second one. (Well, I guess if you want to be technical I wasn't single until many months later, but I might as well have been.) Just because Little Man is becoming a toddler and you are no longer pregnant, whether you date or not, we are interested in you and your child because....we like you. We like your son. It's life. We all live it.
Please keep sharing.
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT stop this blog. I come to learn about you and peanut. I also feel that we get know you a little bit better each and every day. I think that this blog helps you vent, smile, cry, and all those other emotions, that this is therapy for your mind, body, and soul. Keep up the good work.
Um, wondering how in the world I would read up on the daily adventures of nspit and little z man. Interesting to say the least. Thinking about taking up another hobby?
Your excuse to write every day is that on my next trip to Houston (my in laws live there), I will hunt you down and throw poopy diapers at you if you stop this blog.
My kids eat A LOT of fiber. Trust me, you don't want to make it happen.
xoxoxo.
I fifty-fifth these emotions, B. Please keep writing! Why do any of us have blogs? You certainly don't need to know anything more about my poops. But you read anyway, right?
xoxoxox
-P
I really like reading your blog but...do you want everyone to start sending you questions about our problems to help make the transition into a half blog, half advice column?
How 'bout this:
I keep calling, texting, sending dirty pictures of myself to this guy I've slept with a few times and he never returns my calls. How can I manipulate him into sleeping with me again?!
Too much?
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