To our fearless editor,
As I’m sure you’re aware, I’ve been late submitting several of my recent blog posts. As I’m sure you’re also aware, I’m a mom. And with being a mom comes the world’s best list of excuses. (And also, apparently, the ability to worry a little bit less about upsetting others.)
I love writing for the Atlanta Area Moms Blog. I really really do. Sometimes a thought or idea pops into my head and I think, “I have to write about this.” And then there’s the rest of the year…with that in mind, I just thought you should know:
- my kid started preschool in January which inevitably led to her catching every disease known to man.
- our coffee pot broke (need I explain the issue here?).
- we were househunting, which turned into buying a new house, which has turned into learning about every possible thing that can go wrong in a house that somehow still passed inspection (possible future blog idea???).
- I teach fitness classes and have had to learn new routines so my classes won’t get bored and will still love me and I don’t lose the part-time gig that keeps me sane and also counts as my “me- time.”
- I started a book club, and other people joined it, so I feel obligated to take the time to try to read the books.
- I’m tired.
Basically, I’m a mom and life happens. I see the notices that posts are due, and think to myself, “Awesome! I’ll write something tonight once the kid’s in bed.” And then the kid finally goes to bed, after throwing a tantrum about which toothbrush to use, and running away with the hairbrush stuck in her tangles, and crying that she’s still hungry but not hungry enough to eat the food she was given, and wanting three stories from each parent. And I remember there was something I was supposed to do, but there’s no telling what it was. There’s not even space on my dry erase To-Do List to write more things to do. So instead, I pour a glass of wine, sit down on the couch to watch an episode of whatever Hulu has to offer, and go to bed with a vague notion that things were left undone.
At the end of the day, my kid is happy, healthy, well-fed, and relatively well-adjusted. I’m alive and doing the best I can. I promise as soon as everyone in the house stops needing me to pack lunches and clean their laundry, as soon as the home repairs are all taken care of, as soon as I’m caffeinated and have a chance to catch up on my sleep, I will NEVER be late to submit another post ever again.
Thanks for understanding.
Love,
Ginny
