Why, you may ask…

…is she suddenly interested in blogging?

I have a few reasons — more like goals, perhaps — for this blog. First, because I want the discipline of writing a little something every day, and if I have some notion that other people might be reading it, that helps. If it’s just between me and myself, and nobody else will ever know whether I did it or not, then it ain’t happening. I perform better to a crowd, even if it’s just a potential, possibly even imaginary crowd. If you’re not reading, I don’t want to hear about it.

Secondly, I want to record my current existence a bit. I have stopped working and am taking care of my baby full time. I’m only planning on doing this once, so I want something to remember it by. Not in some cutesy-poo “Family Circus” kind of way, I mean, but the real weirdness of it all.

When you’re taking care of a baby, especially a very young baby who really can’t even smile at you yet, you find that you have a lot of time to think, and no place to put those thoughts. Milkbreath here doesn’t care about my pithy observations. Milkbreath is busy pooping. I end up with a head full of pith, if I’m not careful, and that can get toxic real quick. I will tell myself the same joke 250 times if I don’t find some outlet for it and that, friends, is the fast track to crazy.

And so, it begins…


One Comment on “Why, you may ask…”

  1. badger says:

    I’m reading. I’ve been there too, stayed home for 9 months, went a little bit nuts.