No Excuses

Even though what I am going to write sounds like a bunch of excuses, it’s not meant to be.

I am very frustrated by my infrequency of posting. I like to think I have people who check in here from time to time who are frustrated too. (I could be mildly delusional.)

National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo, to those in the know) is looming. I want to do it; I did it last year; I have no idea if I can do it this year.

I barely get two posts a week up here. A lot has changed since I did NaBloPoMo last year — I went back to work; Monkey started school and a new daycare program; DearDR has started a private practice.

It’s all a matter of making choices. The choice of when to write, for example. The choice of what to write. I will say that lately I have been thinking less about writing about my children (whom I love and who are very entertaining) and more about writing about what I am “going through”. Not necessarily pretty stuff — kind of like this post — but stuff that right now looms larger for me than the adorable things that my kids do.

This was all brought to a bit of a head at the latest Burgh Blogging Mommy dinner. I felt very encouraged to do more as Red Pen Mama, and I know I would like to write for the Burgh Mom site some of the moms are working on.

But the big question for me is: when? The big obstacle is time.

When I get home in the evenings, I’m on my own with the girls. And I don’t have a laptop β€” I have to go into a separate room to write/post. DearDR works long days, seeing patients in the evenings, and often catching up on paperwork. And I’m okay with that. He does the morning routine (with help from his parents, and me packing Monkey’s lunches), and I do the evening routine. He sees private practice patients Saturday. Usually he is around Saturday evenings, sometimes Sundays (sometimes he’s doing paperwork — that damn paperwork. His gravestone is going to read, “I have paperwork to do.”).

In terms of the house, I do the lion’s share. I wish that weren’t the case; I wish DearDR chipped in more. He does big jobs (like cutting down trees), and he takes out the garbage on trash day. That’s how it breaks down at home.

I sit in front of a computer all day long. Reading, typing, editing, etc. It’s hard for me to want to do that when I get home, too.

Choosing to write and post after the kids go to bed means that something will not get done. Laundry, cleaning the kitchen, putting out clothes for the kids for the next day. Once or twice a week, that’s okay. But to post for a whole month? We’d be out of clean underwear in no time. Or overrun with mice eating the crumbs in my kitchen. I could write at work and post at home, I suppose, but I think that would be frowned upon. Plus, if I did take the time to write at work, it would mean that I was blowing off work, and we’re all busy, with a pretty big deadline on the plate (I’m mixing metaphors a bit, but I really didn’t want to use a version of “loom” again), so that would be an unpopular decision. Even if I were the only one who knew I was making the decision to write instead of, say, read my page proofs.

And, also, I like to sleep about 8 hours a night. I’m not sure how willing I am to sacrifice sleep to blog.

None of this is to conclusively say that I am not posting every day next month. I did it last year; I made it through 13 days in April. And I have lots I want to write about.

I am also not throwing myself a pity party. I am not alone in being a full-time worker and a full-time mommy, with full-time housework and full-time hopes, dreams, and aspirations that sometimes take a hit. (Housework takes a hit occasionally too.) I am pragmatic and not a perfectionist. I don’t aspire to be Super Mommy. (Just a super mommy, you know?)

And now I’ve been introduced to Plurk! How do people do all this and, like, watch TV, too?

I used to think I was an efficient, organized person β€” I think I was an organized, efficient person. But now I can’t find enough hours in the day. Maybe I used to sleep less, too. My memory’s fuzzy on that point (maybe I drank more). I am reluctant to let that version of myself go. But until I dig her out and get her working for me again, I hesitate to do anything as crazy as saying, “I am definitely doing NaBloPoMo!”

But I can definitely say I may do NaBloPoMo. Let’s see if I can get back up to three times a week for now. We’ll go from there.

10 thoughts on “No Excuses

  1. My suggestions for doing NaBloPoMo: Try and have 2-3 posts in reserve that you can put up on the days you don’t want to post at all. It’s the emergency fund. Replenish as needed. And remember, it’s okay to post a picture and one sentence. Or just a picture. It counts just the same.

    After 2 years of doing NaBloPoMo, I am doing Blog365 this year. Let’s just say I’m taking a week off in January!

  2. Dude- get a laptop if you can! Multitasking is the only way I can keep up! When we finally settle in to watch tv or whatever after Maggie’s in bed, I’m also emailing/twittering/blog surfing/etc. Otherwise I’d be years behind. (Which is why the last month without my laptop, I’m so behind on both tv AND blogs!)

    I’m also trying to institute a policy where I post to my own blog before I open my Google Reader. I don’t always stick to it, but it does help πŸ™‚

  3. You’ve got a lot going on, sista. And you are amazing to be doing it all…never mind the posting.

    Just remember you are no less of a writer, woman, Mommy, etc., if you don’t do NaBloPoMo this year.

    There is always next year. Do it because you enjoy it!

    Love ya!

  4. You are being waaay to hard on yourself. Figure out which is cheaper–a laptop or a cleaning lady. Then get both when Dear Dr’s practice expands.

    In all seriousness, don’t do NaBloPoMoNoOoPoQo if it is going to cause you undue pressure and displeasure. That’s not fun.

  5. I say go back to drinking more AND sleeping less.


    Give yourself a break, friend. With all your working, mommying, and holding-down-the-fort-ing, don’t forget to take care of YOU. Remember what they tell ya when on an airplane: gotta put YOUR oxygen mask on before you help the person next to you.

    So blog away and let the mice enjoy a few nights in the kitchen. OR hire that college kid….

  6. Thanks, everyone, for the love. I appreciate it. I don’t have to decide anything immediately.

    I will say, the college kid will be cleaning, not posting for me. πŸ™‚ Wonder how many rooms $20 gets me!

    thanks for the comments, everyone.


  7. I have a set time that I sit down to write a blog post every night, and I don’t let myself do anything until it’s done. Thus, the occassional photo only post or fairly crappy post. The challenge of writing daily is one that I like, though, and I wouldn’t necessarily recommend it to every body.

    Regardless, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. It takes time to adjust, no doubt about it.

  8. I agree with everyone else. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You do *a lot*. A LOT a lot. Way to go πŸ™‚

    I don’t know what I would do without my laptop. I bring it into the living room sometimes and do homework/blog reading/blog writing while also spending time with Zach and watching something on the TV…

    Don’t give up sleep. Sleep is *so* important. If you can get 8 hours of sleep doing what you are doing? That’s AWESOME.

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