“Eye of the Tiger” holds no power here

We are off to a poor start. Last night I was cracking my knuckles and playing “Eye of the Tiger” to get pumped up for Day 1 of NaBloPoMo, when Henry woke up and had a freakout and needed mommy to get him back to sleep. No rest for the weary; no blog for the mommy.

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Here is why blogging is both a blessing and a curse — you look back on your old entries and think these two things:

1) I had forgotten those details! I am so glad to have a record of my thoughts and feelings during those days gone by! Thanks, Past Me!

2) What kind of piece of crap narcissist would write this stuff?! Did I really think that line was funny? Why would I put those intensely private things online? ANYONE WHO READ THIS PROBABLY HATES ME NOW SOB SOB PAST ME IS A BUTTFACE

But writing makes my brain feel good, and to paraphrase Dorothy Parker, while I don’t love writing, I love having written. So at the risk of embarrassing Future Me, I’ll try not to skip any more days this month. *staring significantly at no-sleep toddler, who ignores me because he is focused on dipping his palm into a pool of ketchup*

Unrelated photo, because every blog needs photo because SEO or something. Seb thought the "B" and "G" were there to represent his middle and last initials.

Unrelated photo, because every blog needs a photo because SEO or something. Seb thought the “B” and “G” were there to represent his middle and last initials.

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  1. I like your blogging. And I hope you don’t stop.

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