See, for the longest while I was using you to meticulously chronicle every detail, every event, every holiday.
All. The. Things.
Like good mothers do. Like my friends were doing.
And it was working for awhile. I loved it. I loved posting all the pictures and telling all the stories and seeing all the feedback in the form of visits and comments from friends.
But then some things collided in my world.
First, all the social interaction moved from blogs to Facebook. Facebook was faster and less work. Status updates. Iphone pictures. It was quick and rewarding and still kinda sorta telling the story of us.
Then, my mother in law died. My most faithful reader. It turned out that a lot of my blogging was for her, the long distance grandma. That was hard. I never really got my mojo back after that.
Then my Jensen was born. #4. While he was and still is the easiest baby we ever had, he tipped the balances. As the big kids got big and he was little, it was all just too, too much and something had to go. And you, bloggy, you were the sacrificial lamb.
But I've missed you. Here and there. I miss the writing. I miss the longer explanations. I miss fleshing out my feelings on things in a written way and then releasing it to an audience, no matter how small.
So, I'm going to try again. But, I'm not making any promises. This may not be a steady thing. It may be an "only when I really have something to say" thing. It might not always have pictures. But it might. I don't really know. It might be about the kids. It might be about me. It might be about motherhood, or politics, or Disneyland, or furniture or WHATEVER I feel like talking about.
In other words, I want to be friends again, but with no rules, no expectations, no strings attached. On my terms only, whatever they may be. In real life that would be bad, but with you, I think it could be okay. Okay?
Kay, thanks, bye. I'll see you when I see you.
