I just wanted to add this little bit, an addendum if you will to the opening post. Am I doing this because I think anyone cares about what I have to say? No. God knows I care very little for what anyone thinks about anything (one of my many personality flaws, I'm sure), so I really don't ever expect anyone to care about what I think, even when on occasion they do. Always surprises me. But I do have endless opinions about endless topics and they do need somewhere to go, don't they?
Anyway, I have more useless information in my head than 1 person should have and it also needs a place to go. Otherwise it just falls out and gets wasted. Not to mention that I know more about strollers, car seats, diaper bags and all other sorts of baby gear than most people who write about it for a living. I'm like that about everything. Obsessive about details and researching every little purchase or concern and always having to know what's new in whatever area I'm stuck on at the moment. I may as well write some of it down. even if just for my own reference later- memory not what it used to be after spending so much time pregnant and drowning in baby poo. Kills brain cells.
I know that perhaps you'll read this and think oh, how stupid she is or how sad and pathetic or perhaps when you read about how messy, dirty, crazy, screwed up and insane my house, children, life are you'll just feel that much better about your own. Even if that's all I do, I guess I've achieved something, haven't I? who doesn't want to have someone else to feel better than when they really need it. If I can do that for anyone, I'm glad to be of service. Perhaps I should post a photo essay of our house come aftermath of a daycare center explosion. If you really ever want to feel good about yourself, that would probably do it.
I will not post specific tidbits about how silly, smart, cute, funny, insane, dangerous, etc, etc, my children are. They may well be all of those things, but nobody really cares about that save myself and their father and perhaps to a lesser extent various relatives Not even all of our relatives give two hoots, so why should you. When they come up it will be more in the abstract or occasional manner, shall we say. I will not be gooey and gushy. I'm sure there are plenty of other places to find that. (I'll save those things for Facebook or Twitter- oh, that feeds just to the right doesn't it...oh, well. Sorry.)
Finally, I'm not a writer. I can write (when not fighting said 1 yr old for the keyboard) and write reasonably well on lots of stuff or so I'm told, but I'm still not a writer (we do have 1 in the family though and we are very proud that his 1st book of poetry will be out soon). It's not what I do. Apparently what I mostly do is have babies and spend 11 or 12 hours a day alone with them. Maybe this is my way of pretending I have someone to talk to over the age of 4.
Anyway, I have more useless information in my head than 1 person should have and it also needs a place to go. Otherwise it just falls out and gets wasted. Not to mention that I know more about strollers, car seats, diaper bags and all other sorts of baby gear than most people who write about it for a living. I'm like that about everything. Obsessive about details and researching every little purchase or concern and always having to know what's new in whatever area I'm stuck on at the moment. I may as well write some of it down. even if just for my own reference later- memory not what it used to be after spending so much time pregnant and drowning in baby poo. Kills brain cells.
I know that perhaps you'll read this and think oh, how stupid she is or how sad and pathetic or perhaps when you read about how messy, dirty, crazy, screwed up and insane my house, children, life are you'll just feel that much better about your own. Even if that's all I do, I guess I've achieved something, haven't I? who doesn't want to have someone else to feel better than when they really need it. If I can do that for anyone, I'm glad to be of service. Perhaps I should post a photo essay of our house come aftermath of a daycare center explosion. If you really ever want to feel good about yourself, that would probably do it.
I will not post specific tidbits about how silly, smart, cute, funny, insane, dangerous, etc, etc, my children are. They may well be all of those things, but nobody really cares about that save myself and their father and perhaps to a lesser extent various relatives Not even all of our relatives give two hoots, so why should you. When they come up it will be more in the abstract or occasional manner, shall we say. I will not be gooey and gushy. I'm sure there are plenty of other places to find that. (I'll save those things for Facebook or Twitter- oh, that feeds just to the right doesn't it...oh, well. Sorry.)
Finally, I'm not a writer. I can write (when not fighting said 1 yr old for the keyboard) and write reasonably well on lots of stuff or so I'm told, but I'm still not a writer (we do have 1 in the family though and we are very proud that his 1st book of poetry will be out soon). It's not what I do. Apparently what I mostly do is have babies and spend 11 or 12 hours a day alone with them. Maybe this is my way of pretending I have someone to talk to over the age of 4.
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