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.
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.