“Why the excitement, oh, Crazy One?”
“My self imposed ‘No-Blogging-On-Sundays-So-My-Husband-Won’t-Feel-Left-Out’ BAN is over!”
Poor Hubby. He really is getting the shaft thanks to this new addiction: his lunch, his laundry, the dishes . . . even MySpace is taking a backseat to blogging these days. I don’t know why this hobby suddenly has completely overcome my thoughts. Seriously, I think about blogging (writing and reading) nearly all day long. I map out posts (most of which haven’t found their way into reality), think about blogs I need to check, remind myself of comments I need to return, ponder ways to dress-up my blog’s overall look. . . see? This is going through my brain ALL DAY LONG!
He looked so pitiful yesterday afternoon. I, of course, wasn’t pitiful; I was having fun! For hours, my fingers furiously typed addresses, moved the mouse over links, opened page after page while my eager eyes skimmed the witty and provoking posts written by amateur and professional bloggers alike. I was a very busy and content girl. But Hubby — he was pitiful.
After the 15th sad, little boyish sigh, I finally came out of my colorful blogging haze and realized that he was hungry, lonely, and tired of being a single dad. When I begrudgingly turned from the monitor, I saw him sitting on the floor, shoulders slumped, picking at the carpet. HOW sad is that?
Then, I noticed my daughter. Hubby had made sure that she looked pitiful too. Crumbs from lunch were still on her face and in her hair (what little hair she has), her nose was runny, and she was wearing clothing TWO sizes too small (needless to say, the outfit didn’t match: pink pants high waters and a green Saint Patty’s day shirt midriff). While her belly-button is cute, I don’t usually choose to show it off.
So, for the sake of my daughter’s future fashion sense and my husband’s overall well-being, I’ve decided to set some parameters when it comes to my blogging fix. One of those new rules is to save Sunday for family and church only. All kidding aside, I need to do this. I wrote, several weeks ago, that I wanted to realign my priorities. Today, thanks to a pitiful husband and child, I was reminded of that commitment and my failure to comply fully.
I’m still a blogger — I’ll definitely keep writing, reading, and commenting. But, it won’t happen at the expense of my family. They need to come first. After all, they are providing the material for this blog anyway.
