I’ve been terrible about posting lately. Like for the past year. I used to write 2-3 times a week. Now I’m lucky if I hit “publish” once a month. This place once served to keep me sane. It was my outlet and my entree to a divine community of women who I never would have had the pleasure of meeting, if not for the miracle of the interwebs. I was once connected. And virtually social. (That’s a pun, see?) I had so much to say. To share. I was looking for validation. Do other moms express frustration by angrily belting out show tunes? Do other moms suffer from Chewbacca-like leg hair situations? Do other moms feel like circus performers, balancing spinning plates all the fucking time?
I needed to know that I was not cray cray.
I needed to know that I was not alone.
I needed to know all this starting in 2009, when my second son turned one and I suddenly found myself to be a working mom to two toddlers in the middle of a small New England town, when up to that point, I’d been a New Yorker, through and through. And with edge.
But I realized something recently. Now that my kids are 6 and 8 and all growed up, I don’t need any of that anymore. I have run out of content for this blog. I have figured this shit out. People? I’VE GOT THIS WORKING MOM GIG DOWN! I mean, that must be the reason why I’ve been so…er…non-prolific, right? I’ve validated the hell out of myself over the past 5 years here in cyberspace. I’ve perfected the working mom balancing act. I’d go so far as admitting that I’ve found work life balance! I’m ready to bottle this and sell it on the black market. Gwyneth Paltrow is right. This is cake. Really. You just need to give yourself a good 5-8 years to work it out.
And to get valid.
But, ummm…just to play devil’s advocate for a sec…what if I’ve lost my blogging mojo for more insidious reasons? I mean, what if everything I said in the above paragraph is bullshit and the real reason I haven’t kept up with a regular posting schedule is because I’M SO FUCKING TIRED AND I HAVE TO CALL THE INSURANCE COMPANY 50 TIMES BECAUSE OUR APARTMENT FLOODED TWICE IN 7 MONTHS AND I HAVE TO MAKE MY KIDS SCHOOL LUNCHES AND I’M GOING OUT OF TOWN FOR A WORK CONFERENCE AND HAVEN’T SECURED THE CHILDCARE THAT THAT TRIP WILL NECESSITATE AND MY JOB IS UNSUSTAINABLE AND I CAUGHT PNEUMONIA AND THEN AN UBER ANNGRY STOMACH FLU AND MY KIDS HAVE 17 BIRTHDAY PARTIES THIS WEEKEND THAT WE DON’T HAVE PRESENTS FOR YET AND MY CAT KEEPS SHITTING ON THE RUG AND 2ND GRADERS HAVE SOOOOO MUCH HOMEWORK AND IT’S TAX SEASON AND AND AND…
Like I said, I don’t really believe that any of that impacts by ability to be Super Working Mom. However, it could explain the lack of good writing around here…