Today was rough. I didn’t want to take on the prompt offered by those “running” NaBloPoMo (has something traumatic happened to you) because some things I’ve already discussed here, and some others I’m not ready to. So I’m blogging from my gut. I don’t really have “something” to get off my chest, so to speak, the kids didn’t do anything particularly cute or amazing in the last couple of days, at least nothing that any other parent wouldn’t recognize. “Yeah, my kid does that all the time too.” Nothing special.
Thing is, I’ve started this blog post several times. I started talking about parenting techniques, my dream job, how I started on the path I am on now running this website, then I shifted gears and started a blog post about food. That just me hungry. Thing is, none of those blog posts made it past the first paragraph. Either they were whiney, which I already supplied amply yesterday, or they were uninteresting.
So here I am, kind of complaining (sorry about that) and going on about how uninteresting things are. Some days are like that. Even in Australia.
Blogging is kind of like parenting. Sometimes you’re going through the motions, “fake it until you make it” sort of. Despite whatever is going on, you get your kids fed, dressed to school, pick them up, fed again, help with homework, put them to bed, whatever. Some days it is easy to do what you are supposed to, and some days you’re simply going through the motions, sort of rote memory. Blogging is similar, although the rote memory isn’t there. That’s where nabloPoMo comes in, to help build those muscles – to get even those days when it is hard to come up with a post to generate something through rote memory.
Today, I’m forcing myself to post something, almost anything. I’m not going to have much time later on tonight to type, so I’m getting this done and out of the way so as to not be up past my 11:00 at night scrambling for something. Maybe if inspiration does strike, I can jot down a note or two and use it for tomorrow. As for me, right now, I have to go pick up Ciárán from pre-school and head out to the grocery store.