Housekeeping

Hey there. How's tricks. Whadja think of the Oscars? I thought Alec and Steve were pretty charming, actually. Does that mean I'm getting old?

So... remember that first post, where I said that these first few entries would be something of an experiment, and the degree to which you got involved would determine the degree to which I bared my soul?

Well, my husband probably thanks you, but, you kinda didn't get all that involved. Which is not to say that you didn't read along (I have the StatCounter to prove it), or that you didn't care about the mini mommydramas I was dealing with (my Facebook inbox saw a sudden surge in activity)... but... with a few precious exceptions (THANK YOU, HK!) (and also the person who wrote that she took away her kid's suckers and now feels like an asshole every day, which still makes me laugh, sympathetically), you didn't really put yourselves out there in the comments section or anything, which would have allowed me to respond publicly, and continue or broaden the conversation. Of course I don't blame you-- you told me that you didn't have time, and that you were concerned about anonymity, and I get that-- completely-- but it kind of leaves me in a strange place. I want to keep talking, but I'm a little bit talking to myself. Without you guys a dialogue is impossible, and I'm already running a little light on monologues. In other words, by making the focus of this blog "mommy issues," as opposed to a diary-type thing in which I account for the mundane happenings of my daily life (take my word for it, my days are not so interesting), I may have set this sweet little site up for failure. There's only so many broadly relatable "issues" I am contending with on any given day.

Thus the absence of recent posts. I have a few things in draft form... like a cheesy account of our Valentine's Day... but nothing seemed honest enough to publish. Cuz I take your time very seriously, and I'm not about to jeopardize your trust by wasting it.

Sooooo.... if there are any topics that YOU are dealing with, please feel free to comment below... heaven knows I would be thrilled for an idea that inspires me to write. (Two of you have asked for a post about how far apart siblings should ideally be spaced, but I genuinely don't know how to address that, other than to warn you from personal experience that THREE KIDS IN THREE YEARS IS PROBABLY A MISTAKE.)

Otherwise, if you guys keep quiet, then I probably will too. Until I have something really pressing that I need to tell you. So if you're interested in what happens to this blog, then maybe sign up for an email subscription so you don't have to check for random updates? Or not. Whatevs. I'm pretty chill.

Anywhoosle, I have some episodes of Weeds to catch up on (my latest obsession), and my husband is traveling in Romania or something like that so I can watch without risk of interruption, and I think housekeeping posts should generally be as concise as possible because heck are they boring. But hey, drop me a line if you're dealing with any crap that perhaps I'm dealing with, too... and maybe we can get this show back on the road. Or not. I'm feeling very Jeff Bridges / The Dude right now. It's all good.

Rock it out, my sistahs. Talk soon. xo.