I’ve been thinking long and hard about this blog thing. It’s ironic that the writing seemed to stop almost immediately after I moved to my own domain and started paying money to run it. It’s like I could write one hundred annoying posts a day when it was free but by golly, now that there’s money involved I think I’ll just throw it in the trash and warm my hands over the crackling flames of dollar bills. Stupid.
Part of the problem is I just can’t seem to write what I want in the way I want to say it. I just don’t feel very funny anymore. Maybe the source of my humor really did lie in my uterus. Maybe it was attached to the ankle of the baby that just couldn’t wait to get here and exploded out of me like a cannonball, or maybe it had a tumultuous affair with the placenta growing there, and has been lying dormant and depressed screaming “WOE IS ME!” since said placenta quit doing it’s job without giving 2 weeks notice and caused the baby to be born so fast in the first place.
Too much info? Sorry. My uterus and I still have conversations about that day. In fact, we often argue about who is at fault for the trauma my body suffered at the hands of Childbirth. If I find the answer I’ll let you know. Until then, let’s just say that NO MAN NO HOW is getting close enough to the Promised Land to recreate that situation anytime soon. Hear that? ANYTIME SOON.
Back to the topic at hand. I am no longer funny. If I had to guess I would say it’s probably because I used to write at night, after Avelyn went to bed and I was putting off doing actual work. But now, I ACTUALLY WORK. AT NIGHT. Like REAL work. Real work that involves nearly 13 hours on my feet running my now-jiggly-thanks-to-you-pregnancy ASS off trying to save kids lives and stuff. It’s kind of exhausting. When I count the nights I work and the days I sleep it just seems trivial to waste my few precious hours of freedom strapped in a chair attempting to pull intelligent thoughts together for a post that will hold your attention. A part of me just wishes I could call it quits and stop writing altogether. I highly doubt my lack of blogging would cause a butterfly to flip me the bird, flap it’s wings in disgust and lead to the largest most gigantic tsunami EVER that would engulf the entire planet and mark the END OF TIME!
On the other hand…
If you stop blogging I’m gonna have to kick your butt. On a side note, your butt looks a lot better than mine (not that I’m looking or anything). And I totally hear ya on the work thing. Except your job is a lot more important and you work more hours, but hey we are both doing it at NIGHT.
Ummmm, I think you need to get back to your old self and keep on bloggin!!! Love your humor, and love the darling, adorable, cute, precious pics of your sweet little Hobo. And I must add, your jiggly ass looks just fine-o in those pics ( :
I have no idea what your ass looks like so I can not attest to it’s jigglyness.
My husband works nights at the hospital and I know it was quite an adjustment to make…for him and for me.
I hope you find time to do the things you really enjoy – whether that be blogging or something else. But as long as you write *here*, I’ll read.
IF you quit writing, I would have no relief from the realities that kick my tush daily reminding me that yes, my hair is grayer, and yes less of it. I wouldn’t have a moment when I could quit thinking and feeling the chronic pain I live with daily, cause something so sweet and innocent reminded me of many moons ago. And when oh when would I get see pure delight in simple things like pumpkins small enough to show the moon! Quitting is not an option… Sometimes, you have to take a quote and change it to your thought… add to it, ponder it, and sometimes, you still have to open up the snoopy comics or whatever to LAUGH OUT LOUD that now, you understand that growing up suckus maximus… but in the whole darn world, you are in a good place, no matter un-funny you feel! We don’t care if you make us laugh. Rant a little. Laugh a little. It all evens out in the end! DO. NOT. QUIT. WRITING!
No, time might not end, but I would be very disgruntled!!! And we don’t want that.
Adorable pic!!!
in the immortal words of michael jackson: don’t stop. don’t stop till you get enough. keep on with the force don’t stop. don’t stop till you get enough.
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