I always thought I was born too late. I love music from the 30s and 40s and dancing the fox trot.
Now...alas...I have discovered I may have been born too early -- too early to cash in on all the mom blogging stuff out there in bloggerland.
I can't believe all the millions of blogs there are for moms. How sad that I and my generation of moms didn't have the same support group on the web. We didn't even have the web. We didn't even have a computer! We barely had VCRs, let alone Tivo and DVRs!
Now, if you have a bad day when a kid wipes his nose on your new, one-size-larger T-shirt, just blog about it and receive 431 comments from other moms ready to boo-hoo with you.
How do they even have time to READ 431 comments?
I was a stay-at-home mom and I didn't have a blog to refer to to ponder if I thought it was harder than working or how much guilt I felt about leaving a job or wanting to stay home. Now the bloggers appear on Oprah to vent their angst.
Wimps!
I shouldn't be so judgemental.
I would definitely be on Oprah if I was a mom blogger today. I would lament about how if it didn't happen on Sesame Street I didn't know about it. I would talk about the time I paved the way for nursing mothers when I sat on a bench in the Smithsonian Institute to nurse my baby in public -- so they can do it today! I would complain that I had to wind up the baby swing every 15 minutes, which meant the baby, who was only on the verge of falling asleep, woke up every 15 minutes when I wound up the swing. I'd tell about the time I had to call Poison Control twice in one week! How I mashed my own baby food from leftovers and froze them in ice cube trays. I don't even think ice cube trays exist anymore, do they?
Oh, I guess I'm just jealous.
I mean...I was a reporter and I would love to be able to be a stay-at-home empty-nester and write all day about my day. Uh....slept in....ate cereal...let the dog out....checked my e-mail....
I can see how that wouldn't work.
I'd still like to do it, though....
1 comment:
I guess now that I'm a mom, I've turned into the quintessential mommy blogger... after all, all I do now is write about Cora.
But really for me, my blog is my journal. It just happens to be a journal that I allow some friends and family to read. I've always been terrible at keeping a handwritten journal, but somehow I've been able to keep a rather faithful blog for several years.
It also helps that I can post blog entries directly from my iPhone if I have a few minutes to spare. It beats carrying around a journal, that's for sure.
But hey, whatever works for everyone... some people are great at keeping journals, some are scrapbookers, some are bloggers. I am definitely a blogger.
No plans to go on Oprah, though. If I did, I would talk about how hard it was to be pregnant and have my mom die, and how hard it is to try and figure out how to take care of a baby without a mom to help me. All the other stuff is fluff.
Hey, thank you so much for the baby present, by the way!! The blankets and onesies and hat and bunny are all incredibly adorable. Especially the hat! I love hats with ears.
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