Friday, November 21, 2008

my dog ate my blogosphere.

Not that I even have a dog but if I did I bet you it would have....

I've been a total flake the last few months I admit, and I'm starting to feel really guilty about it. When I think about it I have all of these perfectly sound explanations for my absence...but when you pile them all together they just sound like excuses.

I am famous for excuses.

So here they are, my lame attempts to rationalize my guilt over my blog abandonment issues.

-I have been really really sick. Truly. For over a month I was on my back. A cold, MS, recovery, some weird hacking disease transmitted to me by an evil mouth breather at a play group.

-Due to said illnesses I have been napping when the baby naps and therefore loosing all of my off-duty parent web surfing time.

-I've struck a deal with Spouse that when he comes home the computer gets turned off.

-My absence from the computer is in direct proportion to the mobility of my baby.

-My absence from the computer is in direct proportion to the neediness of my baby who, whenever I plop down at the desk, immediately stops what she is doing to whine and cry at my feet until I return to my spot on the floor where she promptly leaves me to go chase cats.

-98% of my computer time is spent on Facebook playing Scrabble. I have a serious addiction issue but I'm also frighteningly good at it.

-My computer is a relic. I have 0% left on my hard drive (seriously) and loading any website, much less my blog reader, takes for-evah. This gives my baby ample time to shoot on over here and commence whining...and bouncing up and down while pulling on my pant leg...it's so freaking cute!

-Even when said blog reader does load it has a gazillion error messages and won't let me read/link to the hundreds of back logged posts I am yet to read. Therefore I eventually give up and walk away.

-Something did seriously eat my blogosphere...well blog reader really. Among all of those error messages I have the mystery of the disappearing~reappearing posts. I was so relieved to see no one else was really writing either. It made me feel like I wasn't the only one. This was until one day I checked and people had like 30 some odd posts out of no where. Just a little glitch and I swear me and my ancient computer are trying to catch up.

-I am totally depressed and don't want to talk about it.

-Ok, I'll talk about it, a little. This is the time of year my Mom died. We are quickly approaching the day, December 3rd, and each day it gets just a little harder to function. On that same note however I have the pending first birthday of my baby, December 4th, and I'm really struggling with the duality of the whole situation. What a great opportunity to write and share my feelings with others who know exactly what I'm going through you say? How healthy it would be for me to get this crap off the hamster wheel in my head? Yeah well, since when do we do what we know is healthy for us?

Since when do I do what is healthy for me?

Well I guess that last one really is the heart of it.

Thank you for those of you who stick with me even though I am totally giving nothing back right now in our relationship.

You and Spouse are in the same boat.

7 comments:

Whirlwind said...

I saw the title and was thinking, "wait, I didn't think she had a dog".

If my kids would sleep, I'd nap every time they did as well.

Domestic Extraordinaire said...

Hon, don't worry about it. I get my quality time with you while you are stomping me in Scrabble-but it is still fun.

I also have issues with the morning/celebrating thing. Giggles bday is the day that my Grandmother who practically raised of me died.

Hugs my friend!!

selzach said...

I still can't get over the mouth breather mom. Seriously. Who brings their sick kid to a playgroup?

I'm sorry you've had so much piled on you lately. Hang in there.

P.S. My work verification is doodz. Duuuuuude!

Sam said...

My word verification is cativ. Maybe stands for cat #4? I dunno. I only have two cats. Or really one but the hubby has one, too. Meh. I hear the "I feel like heated up crap and my kid needs attention." I'll be here, growing fatter by the day and waiting. Oh, and hugs for the grief stuff. My day isn't until January, when my dad died and when the baby is due. *sigh*

Megan said...

You have been missed! I hope you are feeling better now. At least physically. Emotionally is probably going to be hard the next few weeks. Sing cheesy holiday songs, it helped me get out of my sick funk today.

My word verification is wooki. Haha.

Amber said...

Of course we miss you, but you have to take care of yourself first. Work through your illness and mourning, enjoy your baby, and we'll still be here when you feel up to coming back.

the new girl said...

Oh, your baby is mobile. Look out.

About the baby and your mom...I didn't know it was so close. How totally effed up that is.

Thinking of you and your big ONE YEAR OLD!!

WOW.

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