-chuckle- It seems to me that the most looked at blogs are the ones that complain the most. Maybe not complain...but always have some sort of drama going on. No one is interested in normal functioning people. I really use the word normal loosely here. I am not normal by any stretch of the imagination. I also do not typically have a soap opera of a life. My day consists of watching my two kids...who really are well behaved, doing housework, and whatever else I feel like basically.
And the most insane part about all of this, is, it doesn't really matter...does it? I mean...what is having a hundred "followers" on my blog going to do for me? Makes me more of a target for weirdos. What is the deep desire to have this following? To feel like I am someone worth reading about? Sure. I guess. I don't know...I think I'll have to analyze this some more. Can you tell I just put the kids to bed? :) 7 o'clock is the worst part of the day. I used to think it was the bewitching hours of 4-7. But now it's just 7. I have done it to myself. We started a routine with the eldest that we are carrying on with the baby...which is dinner, bath, read, bed. All fine and dandy...except when I really just want to throw them in pj's and call it good. It's a lot of work right at the end. When I want to blog, pickup, take a bath or whatever else. I find myself getting really frustrated. And that's no fun. -chuckle- I really had a completely different direction I was going to take this post. Maybe another time.
Instead...I'll get in writing that I went out of my comfort zone and took the kids to see some fireworks last night. I wouldn't have done this on my own except a couple women from my ward asked me to come. And I skip out on doing things with them a lot. So, I went. It really was a good time. Only thing is I feel like a crazy person because I couldn't keep my eyes off the eldest for 2 seconds. I am so paranoid that he is going to get snatched by some nasty human. So while carrying on conversations I craned my neck all different directions to make sure I knew where he was. -sigh- I wonder if my parents did with me? I'm not sure the worry was quite as severe waaaaay back then;) Ok...I guess I'll get off my soap box and put up a picture of the cuteness:)
