Usually once a day, I sit down to my computer for one specific purpose. I log in to blogger. And check my dashboard- where all the blogs I follow have been updated. I right click each blog post and open in a new tab until my window is full of new tabs and new things to read. It makes me giddy. Is that weird?
It might be embarrassing for me to disclose how many blogs I follow/stalk. It’s a lot. All different kinds too- friends and family, craft blogs, design blogs, mormon bloggers, famous people too. Am I the only one that thinks it’s addicting to read about other people? More than once I have had to go through and clean out the blogs I follow just to make sure I’m not on the computer for four hundred hours a day.
Now, I love to blog, and I do it primarily as a record for our family, and secondly for our extended family and friends to stay current with our lives. Sometimes I read blogs and I’m so overwhelmed by how awesome other people are- in every department. These women cook organic meals and raise four or five thoughtful and well dressed children. Their large and spacious houses are decorated to perfection. They know how to sand and modgepodge with the best of them, and then they have a “craft” etsy business on the side that makes them trillions of extra dollars. Secretly they are trained photographers and every shot of their life looks perfect. And, to boot- they run marathons or teach zumba or climb mountains and are fantastic shape. WHO ARE THESE WOMEN.
Look people. If you come to my house unannounced, it is 90/10 that you will find me in yoga pants. Even at three pm. Wait, ESPECIALLY at 3 pm. Sometimes that last load of laundry sits in my dryer for three or four days. I am not ashamed to admit that Isabelle loves macaroni and cheese. The processed kind. With all the preservatives. Delicious. A few weeks ago, I closed the garage door on my car a little bit. I love my camera but the majority of the time I have no idea what to do with it. Lots of my clothes are from TJ Maxx. I could nap literally every single day, no problem. And I only have one very adorable and energetic child. Just the one!
Sometimes I feel so pressured to make sure that I don’t post excessively unflattering pictures of myself. Or that the house is in semi-order when I’m chasing Isabelle with the camera. That video I recently posted of Isabelle laughing? I was thisclose to not posting it because I don’t look great and there are a variety of chunky chin shots and that stupid white shirt is so stupid. Vanity! But deep down I love that video so much..that is exact representation of my life at that moment. I seriously cried the first time I watched it. Having a baby has permently altered my ability to keep my emotions in check.
Anyway, my point is that the internet can be a blessing and a curse. I do love reading blogs and will continue to do so, but I can’t let it make me feel any less of a wife or mother or individual just because I didn’t recently organize a 5k for charity or build a window bench from salvaged barn wood. Just don’t expect me to have makeup on before breakfast…and if you see us at the burrito bandito, it is likely because I forgot to defrost meat. Again.