Confession: I am a 'hater'.
At least, I think I am. I just can't seem to get the whole 'mommy blogging' phenomenon off my mind, now that I know about it. So, I am left wondering what it is that I am feeling towards these super bloggers. I think it might be a twinge of jealousy.
How do they do it? I just don't know. I've been going over it in my head a lot, probably too much. The whole super mom-blog thing has me baffled. The elaborate websites, the beautiful graphics, the video, the feeds, the photos, etc. Wherever do they find the time? I mean if you couple all of the actual blog work with the countless hours of networking, conventions, meet-ups, and time taken to accept, reject or negotiate offers from potential sponsors, corporate big wigs, etc. it is exhausting. I do not get how it is done. I want to. I really, really, want to. But, I don't.
I wonder if these moms are the moms I often see who seem super-organized, and free all the time. They say they are moms, even show me pics of their tots sometimes. But I am always left wondering where the tots are as they breeze around with their skinny lattes, and their palm pilots, always hurrying to somewhere undoubtedly more important than where I am going. I presume daycare maybe? Home with the nanny? Off on a play date? I am never bold enough to ask though. Usually because I'd be afraid that she'd notice the milk stain on my shirt, or smell the fact that I hadn't showered for 3 days.
I am a writer, a blogger. I work from home, while my kids run amok. Let me run a few numbers by you. Forty-five. That is the number of times I was interrupted while writing this entry. How about two. Two is the number of legitimate causes to interrupt me while I was writing. And how about three. That is the number of times I have interacted with only adults in the middle of the day this month. It took me five and a half hours to see this post through to fruition- five hours! From getting the napkin scrap notes down to typing it up, it took that long. Imagine how long it would have taken if I had to keep stopping to answer calls from big corporations, reporters, and PR people?!
Do you know what I had to stop for today? Let me see... I stopped to clean pee from the floor twice. I stopped when one of my kids punched the other in the nose. I stopped to comfort my three year old, and haul away a bunny carcass when my dog killed a rabbit in the yard. These are the things I think of when I think of a day in the life of a 'mom blogger'. I think of real moms, like me. I think of moms who have to stop blogging to deal with dead bunnies. I think of moms who while blogging utter phrases like "get down from there!", "stop it now!", and "don't eat your sisters hamster!"
So, I have come to realize that there is a real distinction between mom bloggers, and moms who blog. I am a mom blogger. What do I blog about? I blog about pee and puke, diapers and dishes. Like it or not that is what I do. It is what I know. It is who I am. For as long as I am living the life of a suburban soccer mom in New Jersey, I fear these exciting blog events and cool schwag, might be just out of my peanut butter covered reach.
So, if BMW wants to come calling for a 'mom blogger' to test drive their new SUV, or Disney wants to send someone to test their resort out and then blog about it, they can find me here... blogging.
No margaritas and mid-day lunch meetings
Just soccer games and sarcasm. Period.
View more of my confessions at 'Mommy Confessions' http://sometimesdisgruntled.blogspot.com
