I love blogging. I mean really, really love it.
Well, I like it a lot.
I enjoy it most of the time.
Meh, it’s okay.*shrug*
Don’t get me wrong, I do love writing and interacting with everyone in the blogosphere. But there are so many other responsibilities to be taken into consideration, like cleaning the house and making occasional eye contact with my children, that a lot of times I feel pulled in multiple directions. No matter how much you love something, it can get pretty stressful to juggle what you should do, what you want to do, what you’re in the mood to do, and what your spouse wishes you were in the mood to do more often (wink wink, nudge nudge) – all while writing and keeping Child Protective Services at bay.
So, on some days, blogging kind of sucks. It sucks when you want to do it but can’t, or when you’re sure you’ve totally run out of remotely interesting things to say, or when it feels like just one more thing tugging at your pant leg demanding attention. Those are the days when you’re tired, your to-do tasks are piling up faster than dung in an elephant exhibit, and you feel just about like this:
Insert photo of empty peanut butter jar as a metaphor for the scraped-out emptiness you feel when being pulled in every single direction at once, which I can’t find right now and I’m too tired to keep looking.
Oh wait, here it is:
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have stuff going on quite on the level that Hot Mess Mom has – a multi-media empire, I am not. I don’t know how that woman even found the time and energy to ask me to guest post, though I’m grateful she did. But even with the meager stack of crap I deal with, it can be tough to keep up.
But I do, as best I can. Because even when it sucks, I love it.
Sort of reminds me of motherhood.
Blogging and mommying are both based in gratitude, cherished connections to other people, and a deep sense of fulfillment – but sometimes, with either one, you realllllllllly have to dig deep to find inspiration to do your job with anything that remotely resembles enthusiasm or inspiration. Even on my best days I’m sure to screw something up, so I just have to keep reminding myself that I don’t need to be perfect, at being a mom or a blogger. Which is lucky, because sometimes I’m pretty terrible at both.
And in the end, despite the hassles and irritations and all the time and hard work, my blog, like my kids, is beyond worth it.
So I guess I’ll take the good with the bad of blogging and motherhood, and keep doing them both.
I’m sure my kids will be relieved to hear that.
Robyn Welling is a freelance writer, co-author of the best-selling book I Just Want To Pee Alone, and humorist at HollowTree Ventures, where she isn’t afraid to embarrass herself — and frequently does. She loves sarcasm, wine, beer, other bottled items, long walks on the beach, and her husband. Oh, and her kids are okay, too. Her goals include world domination and getting her children to clean their rooms, but until then, she’ll just fold laundry and write about the shortcuts she takes on her journey to becoming a somewhat passable human being. If history is any guide, she’ll miss the mark entirely. Stumble ass-backwards through life with her on Facebook, Pinterest and Twitter. Since she’s really mature, she also plays with her kids’ dolls on As The Dollhouse Turns.
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