Tuesday, November 16, 2010

24 Hours? Really?

I don't understand how Mommy Blogs exist. Not that I think they have no worth -- I just don't know how anyone actively chasing kids has the time to blog regularly, especially those women who work full time outside the home too. For instance? It took me two hours just to write those first two sentences.

Maybe it's just I have always been bad at time management. In college I never finished a paper less than 12 hours before it was due. I never made curfew in high school. Now, I work at a job where everything is minute to minute, which is good since that's as far as I can think. Really though, I think it's just that once kids become mobile, free time becomes extinct.

I used to be able to put Meg in her bouncy chair and clean, or blog, or work out. Okay, I would clean or blog. Now though, she is always moving. I am always following her. Sometimes I put her in her play yard, but her screams, coupled with my bad mom thoughts, make me get her out; and then I am on the job making sure she doesn't kill herself once again.

Of course, I could blog when Meg falls asleep. Really though, during the day I either want to get stuff done, or nap, and at night I just want my brain to turn off. I know I should read, or blog, or read blogs, but most of the time the warm, glowing, warming glow of the TV wins out. I know, I'm weak.

Oh, how I wish I eventually discover the secret of other Mommy Bloggers. I have so snarkiness to spread to the world.

I just hope the secret isn't meth.

19 comments:

Riot Kitty said...

LMAO at that last line! Having only two feline children, I have no answers...

liz woodbury said...

i didn't start blogging til mine were 10 and 13 -- WOW, does it get easier (or, at least it gets less hands-on, and more existential, if you know what i mean).

JenS said...

Eventually, E settled a little bit in her mobility since moving independently became a litte more familiar and she would independtly sit down to play for a few minutes here or there. Now, she might string together 10-20 minutes coloring or doing artwork next to me while I'm on the computer. Or, I blog when I'm on my lunchhour and need a break from schoolwork.

Heather said...

Oops. The secret is meth. Well, now that you know that, you can join the bandwagon.

By the by, it does get easier. There are teeny little bits of time here and there where the offspring are busy tearing apart a different room in the house, and I sneak off to surf the worldwideweb.

But I'm with you, I don't know how some of the Big Deal mommy bloggers with the fabulous photography and design skills do it.

Sam said...

And picture starting that way. On the very first day of parenthood. :) It's amazing I blogged at all that first year...

Waiting Lisa said...

Okay, so I am not the only one wondering how some people seem to be able to do it all. Home cooked meals from scratch, laundry washed and folded, Christmas cards already done, etc, ect.

Right now my bedroom looks like a teenager moved in. You can't even see the floor. The laundry situation has taken over the house. I still haven't written thank you notes from my baby shower. And everynight Adam and I eat whatever random thing will take the least amount of effort to heat up. I have to get my act together.

Well, maybe tomorrow....I'm going to go take a nap.

Wanna Bee said...

yes - you guessed it - the secret is meth. I completely agree that Mr. TV is comforting and gives you the nice fuzzy brain. Blogging make you think, thinking is bad m'kay?
Confession time, I am glad you are not posting as many pictures of the cuteness that is Meg, because i have an issue. I want to chew on her chubby thighs! The baby pictures were killing me, why do babies look so delicious? I am sorry for coveting her juicy baby fat rolls. If I ever fly through your state I promise to warn you so you can hide Meg. I am bad, but its not the meth this time.

dufmanno said...

Meth takes too much of a toll on your looks, I prefer speed.
I once sat a child in front of a Thomas The Tank Engine train table while he was imprisoned in an exersaucer for close to three hours while I made a writing deadline. Add the fact that I had an Elmo video on an endless loop running on the other side of that and i think I just won some kind of prize.

Summer said...

There are days I'm so overwhelmed that I want to die, cry, or punch someone. Blogging is the easiest thing I have to do with the kids underneath me. I think you just become accustomed to being spread thin. It's one of the reasons my posts have so many errors. When I come across the mistakes, I say, Dammit Fat Sucker.

Maybe I should try meth.

Kelly said...

Meth? Liars? Nannies? Hmmm...I don't know Libby, you bring up a valid point here. I blog at work, if I tried at home, it would never happen.

A certain short, poofy haired girl would be asking me every five seconds what I was doing? Could she please play her game now? Could I get her a fruit snack? A drink? Wipe her butt? Or she would color her hands a different color with another permanet marker.

for a different kind of girl said...

I think the secret is actually coffee and/or cupcakes, because sometimes it seems that's all the world is talking about out there. Perhaps because it's coffee and/or cupcakes laced with meth. If such is the case, I'm totally mommy blogging the wrong way.

Ellen said...

and now you know why i never blog. i could do it with one kid. but with two? no way.

The Tame One said...

Ha! It is not meth. It is forced nap and leave mommy the hell alone time. Seriously - don't screw with my alone time or w(h)ine time will get out of hand quickly.

mytruantpen.com said...

Two words: Sesame Street. Alternately: Spongebob Squarepants.

There's nothing like writing about how special and precious your children are while rotting their brains out on tv!

Jill VT said...

The one I don't get is MckMama.com. Five kids 5 and under, but updates her blog with long posts every day? HUH??

Dunc said...

These commenters are silly. It's not meth - it's crack. Crack doesn't make your teeth fall out.

Badass Geek said...

Well, from what I've heard it's either meth or an IV drip of caffeine pill/Red Bull solution.

Lulu said...

No. I'm sorry to have to say this....but...ummm. No. It never gets any easier. As they say in the original 'Parenthood' movie, you never get to cross the finish line and score the final touchdown that wins the big championship.

You are a parent forever. You will worry. Forever.

Sorry.

It's the truth.

No meth.
No drugs.
No getting easier.

But - oh, the sublime JOY.

Allllll......worth it.

The Absence of Alternatives said...

I wondered about that too, esp. since I work full time outside of the house... Your child is still young, so that makes a lot of difference: as I love to say: when you have babies and/or toddlers at home, nobody is allowed to expect anything of/from you because your life is not yours, you don't control your time, your child does. Anyway, to me, the secret is in lack of sleep. I seldom write a draft for my post. When I need to vent or let something out (before I go crazy), I sit down and type out my rambling, like what I am doing right now! Voila, it's a post! I know, I have no shame... LOL.