The question has come up from friends and family, about why I decided to start a blog. I am already five years into this thing called parenthood, so I kind of missed getting in on the ground floor of the whole mommy blog phenomenon. But I never really felt motivated to blog before.
I could say, that when I worked outside the home full time, I did not have time to blog. But that would be untrue. I probably had more personal computer time then than I do now.
Part of it stems from the general amusement I get from being around my kids all day, every day. It's kind of like the amusement that you get when you ride the carousel. Looking at the carousel from afar, it is so beautiful; and it is cute to watch to the happy faces as they whirl by, but once you are on it, you feel like you are just going around in circles and you start to feel a little dizzy after a while. The droning circus-like music suddenly seems like the soundtrack to a nightmare and you just cannot wait for the thing to stop so you can get off and walk in a straight line for a little while.
Okay, that is probably not why I blog.
You see, I talk to kids all day. And not in the "I-talk-to-kids-all-day-but-I-can-chat-about-last-night's-episode-of Glee-with-grown-ups-over-my-multigrain-turkey-wrap-in-the-teacher's-lounge-at-lunchtime" kind of way. Depending on Sweet Hubby's schedule, I can literally go days without adult face-to-face conversation. Sure, I chat from time to time on the phone, but anyone whose has had the pleasure of conducting a phone call in the presence of small children knows that your discussion is punctuated by interruption after interruption to the point that it's just better to get off the phone and deal with whatever Barbie-in-crisis/building-block-demolition/juice-box-catastrophe needs your immediate and undivided attention.
So it comes as no surprise to me that 16 months, 26 days, 5 hours and 10 minutes into full-time professional mommy-at-home-hood, I feel the need to express myself in something other than uni-syllable words and references to myself in the third person.
I am neither a wordsmith nor a humorist. In fact, my own confidence in my comedic ability was shaken long ago, when my first real boyfriend told me that no joke I ever told was very funny. Of course, I eventually dumped him and broke his heart. Who was laughing then, buddy? I digress.
I have always enjoyed a little sarcastic exchange, and was known to let loose my inner wise-ass from time to time.
But guess what! Sarcasm is completely lost on little kids. For example:
Little Diva, in her infinite grace, trips and spills an entire bag of Pirate's Booty all over the kitchen floor.
Me: Good one, dude! Just put that anywhere!!
Her: Really, mom?
By the time I was done explaining the subtle nuances of saying one thing when you mean another, to be funny, The Baby was furiously stuffing her face with organic cheese puffs, and Little Diva had climbed up on the counter to get herself a gummy vitamin to cure her clumsiness. That lesson was a bust.
So I guess I blog for the opportunity to use big words, and throw in a little sarcasm and self-deprication. It keeps my mind sharp, and according to a recent article in Health magazine, that's one way to increase longevity. Hopefully, it will also help me to record certain moments from my kids' childhoods, since I am quite sure I will have absolutely no recollection of them, in like, two weeks.
So to my fellow bloggers out there - why do you blog?