How do you schedule blogging? I don't schedule much in life and I'm working to change that. I'm trying to be a planner and a more orderly human bean in general (in my life and in my mind). I find that too much flying by my seat makes my brain feel tired and mushy. I don't like that. And so I'm trying to change it. But blogging throws a whole new wrench into the machine. How do I maintain an orderly blogging schedule? You know, not the kind where you blow off you're entire flock of children while they pick crackers out of the rug while entranced in the Netflixes while in pajamas. Not that kind of blogging. I know how to do that already. The kind that is healthy and not flowing from disordered/mildy abusive parenting. Do you have a method? Does it work? Tell me your secrets. (No, seriously. All of them. Not just the ones about blogging.)
Do you get semi-panic attacky when you think you don't have anything to blog about? I do. Like my blog-life is absolutely over. Like I'll never have anything to say ever again via a blog. Like I'm completely uninspired in every way and my blog is a sham and who do I think I am even writing anything in the first place?? What's that all about? It's never true. I always end up having something to say, even if it's not right then. Why am I stressing? Tell me I'm not alone...
Did you see that I interviewed my brother for Bonnie's blog? I think it is maybe the worst interview to have graced the internets. The morning Bonnie posted it, one of my brother's bandmates texted me to tell me he had read it.
"Are you a closet mom-blog reader?" I asked him.
"No, it came up on a Google alert in our band email."
Exactly what I hoped would happen... (cringe)
Ch. 4 (not about blogging)
I'm pretty sure my spine is collapsing in on itself. I have zero core strength and I think my body is sort of telling me 5 babies in 7 years with no exercise make me no happy. I recently saw a new chiro about it and didn't realize he was the kind that likes to bend and stretch you and push your legs waaaayyy back and dig his elbows deep into your hip bones and crack your neck like he is someone capable of straight extinguishing your life. And so I wore a skirt to my appointment.
So... I mean, you can just imagine the horrible awkward of it all, right? I don't need to go into it further, right?
(All accidental semi-nudity aside, he is a great doc and I feel much better. I as in my body. My ego on the other hand...)
Ch. 5 (not about blogging)
Last night we went on a spur of the moment dinner and errand jaunt. Which we never do. Which we realized 4 seconds into our children all piercing holes in the sides of their styrofoam cups filled with beverage why we never do.
I ordered wine with my dinner because hello, they served wine. It was a classy establishment so they served it to me in a little plastic cup and I didn't have time to finish it during my dinner because I was busy scarfing. Anyway, basically what I'm trying to say is I just walked out of the restaurant with my wine. I drank it as we walked through the parking lot with all our children. It felt awesome. Whoever I was last night, I would like to be that lady more often. Drinking wine in plastic cups in parking lots with all my children. On Mondays.
I'm going to feature the Kirb soon for a follow up to Vlog 1. I was actually planning on doing it as a Father's Day special but then remember how I had that heart attack over people really not liking which rules I like to break with my babies? Well, I got distracted and I never did it. But now I want to do it, Q&A style. That's where you come in. So, on top of giving me your blogging tips, telling me secrets, reassuring me that I'm not a psycho, and making fun of me for wearing a skirt to a chiropractor, let's have some questions for the man behind the me!
I think things would turn out best if he didn't see them or have time to prepare. I'll pick a handful of questions and spring it on him, rap-battle style. Sink or swim, homie.