Thursday, May 6, 2010

It's not you, it's me. No, really.

I cannot get my shite together.  I have become one of the worst bloggers I know.  I'm barely squeaking out a post a week.  And that's all fine for those bloggers who have hundreds of followers and are all sorts of popular.  But for little ol' me?  Not too cool.

Eh.  What can I say?  We've had all sorts of stuff going on around here.  There was the flood, for example.  And can I just say that our flood insurance company, homeowners insurance company and FEMA can all kiss my ass as not a single ONE of those agencies decided we were worthy of assistance. So a big fat middle finger to them.  All of that means that we are still without a downstairs as we can't afford to replace the carpet yet.  The upside of this is realizing we can live in a smaller space without killing each other.  So we got that going for us.

On the positive front, the Mr. got a promotion at work.  He is the big executive cheffy head honcho.  (I think they should put that on his business cards.)  Which is totally awesome and he completely deserves it.  We are *angels singing* all getting health insurance through the company now!!  As he had none previously and the kids and I were on a private program that cost about $550 a month, this was excellent news.  And he got a raise as well.  So Woo-to-the-Hoo!  Only downside is they don't really have any seasonal help yet, so he is working pretty much every day.  This means we are having to rethink our entire kid coverage schedule and that is making me a bit nuts.  Plus, being the only parent at home at night after a long day makes me more then a bit nuts. 

It also requires that I figure out what to feed them at night, and hello? if I'd wanted to be saddled with that responsibility, I wouldn't have married a chef!  (Not really, I'm just not an instinctual cook, so everything takes me longer and I make a huge mess.)

Pixie has gone from being the wonderful go-to-bed girl that I have bragged about to the pop-out-of-bed-every-three-minutes-for-some-inane-reason girl. 

And don't even get me started about how busy my work is right now. Ugh.

At the end of all that, when the kids finally get to bed and I've cleaned the kitchen and made lunches (which I actually have yet to do, dammit), and can finally get around to blogging?  All my brain wants to do is have a glass of wine and read a trashy romance novel.  It does not want to get up and be witty.  Or interesting.  Look at this post, it's basically me whining the entire time.  Wow. Sorry about that.

In conclusion, don't hate me because I'm a bad blogger.  Or because I'm beautiful.
(Ha!  See what I did there?  Witty!)

17 comments:

idgtm said...

Congrats on the big promo. Bigger title, means more time away....yuck to that part.

Enjoy the wine, you certainly deserve it!

The Queen said...

hey.. I'm working seven days a week... so blogging isn't exactly the top of the page for me either..

Cheryl said...

Over the past week or so I've posted more blogs than any human has a right to. Add our together and divide by 2 and we're both covered as normal.

Even when you whine, it's funny. Hope things improve in your corner of the world really soon.

Happy Mother's Day!

minivan soapbox said...

Just turn the basement into a pool. That's what my husband and I are considering now that we've flooded twice. When we have our pool party - we're going to invite the insurance company...and drown them.

Carolyn...Online said...

You're never allowed to feel bad about not blogging. Who says how often you're supposed to blog anyway? You just fit it in when you want to. No. Blog. Guilt.

Also? Flooding sucks. Sorry dude.

Captain Dumbass said...

Congrats to hubby on his promo. And your country's "health care" is terrifying.

Octopunk said...

Worst. Blog post. Ever.

Octopunk said...

I'm kidding! You know I'm kidding.

I'm with Carolyn: do this for fun. I think your fellow bloggers got your back. (By which I mean the bloggers who, unlike me, aren't related to you and therefore don't got your back because it's required by law.)

Aging Mommy said...

YOU are always witty and always a good read - love this post, because it's all so well written. HUGE congratulations to your husband, that is so wonderful for him and all of you (except the not being there any evening at home) and that you get health insurance etc. Whenever you post your followers will be there - better one great post a week or so than not great posting every day. Quality wins over quantity every time. Which is why I love B&J even if it does come in such small tubs :-)

myfluffybunnies said...

Boo on insurance. Boo on stupid health care. Boo on toddlers refusing sleep. But. Hooray for promotions! And benefits! And trashy romance novels!

Hope you get a much-needed break this weekend. Good to hear your "voice."

Logical Libby said...

Oh, honey, there are many, many worse bloggers than you... And many of them make a lot of money off their suckiness.

for a different kind of girl said...

There is some sunshine in this update, so that should be good enough. No need for any excuses! I kind of feel like the whole blogging thing is waning. Look at me. I'm like an internet prophet! In reality, maybe it's just me that's waning.

:)

CrystlePiper8455 said...

rain before seven; fine before eleven.......................................................

Kate Coveny Hood said...

Oh I know...I'm just watching my comments dwindle and my readers lose interest. By the time I have a minute to myself - I would rather spend it doing something mindless. Hence reader blog posts and commenting weeks later...

bernthis said...

let me get this straight...you are a bad blogger b/c you have a busy life...

yeah...ummm..no.

You have a life and you're living it. One day you'll write more about it. done.

xoxo

msprimadonna67 said...

Congrats on the promotion for the hubby (plus the insurance--nothing to sneeze at!).

Strange Voices in My Head said...

Ha! A real post, written when you were ready to write. It wasn't whining, it was commentary on your real life. Life is messy, and I for one draw comfort in knowing others' lives are as wacky and topsy-turvy as mine. You see it all as glass half-full, which makes reading your post uplifting.