Uh oh. It has happened. Blogging (and twittering) have now gotten in the way of my real life. Wait, I have a real life, right? I mean my real life did not get up and pack it’s bags while I was banging the keyboard, right?
This could be a problem folks. I may need help.
Here are a few conversations that have taken place in my house lately:
Danny: mom, you are obsessed with blogs.
Me: NO I AM NOT! (the classic doth protest too much response, how cliché).
Gary: I need to say this. I think your personal hygiene has gone down the tubes since you started blogging
Me: What? Are you crazy?
Gary: Let’s see, whenever I call during the day you tell me you haven’t showered yet. The other day I came home from work and you were still in your walking clothes and did not shower till midnight.
Me: Um, in my defense I never get into bed without showering.
Gary: And you did use the sentence, “I don’t remember the last time I washed my hair” the other day.
Me: Alright. Maybe I did say that but I did not mean like it was weeks or anything.
Come to think of it my nails do look like they could be in fashion if I were a rich young thang. And perhaps the fact that I still had sweats on at 3PM AND they were on inside out could all be signs of, what shall I say, a little personal neglect of sorts.
But I have been working at home for years. And have kids for almost 20 of those years (yikes, hard to say that one outloud). I have always spent a ridiculous amount of time in my subterranean office cocoon affectionately known as the command center. I have over-volunteered and fallen victim to the sandwich generation woes many times while working full time, taking care of a family and a home and still was able to take a shower in a timely fashion.
So, what makes the blogging piece the culprit?
Suggestions, please? I need to be rehabilitated.