I'm full of... Excuses

I got a complaint today from one of my readers.  She called me a blog slacker.  She's totally right.  Has the shiny, new-ness of the whole blog thing worn off already??  Am I that flaky?

Not possible.

Apparently it is not that easy to remember to write a blog when you're chasing after a (now) nearly 1-year old.  Between loading and unloading the dishwasher, and the washing machine, and the dryer, and the car, and the diaper genie, I have neglected my writing.

I have to admit, this is tough.

All you parents out there with new little babies that are under, say, 6 or 8 months old have it E-A-S-Y!  You may think you're tired because you have to feed your kid all the time, or it cries a lot, or you have to get up once a night to feed it.  That's nothin'.

Wait until your baby is crawling everywhere.  And standing.  And almost walking.  And picking up things you didn't know were on your floor and putting them in his mouth.  And not sitting quietly at the dinner table.  And cries every time you put him somewhere that's not attached to your body.  And suffers separation anxiety at naptime.  And bedtime.  And the middle of the night.

You people have got it made.  With your babies that still fit in the infant carrier.  And sleep during your meals.  And only eat from a bottle (or breast).  And stay where you put them. 

Ah, the time you still have....

Of course, even with all that lack of time to myself, I can't really complain that I have to play with THIS every day.

I Have a Doctor's Note

One should not get sick if one writes a blog.  Apparently you get all wrapped up in yourself and forget to write.  For a very long time.

One should also not get sick if one has a family.

Or loved ones.

Or has anyone in the near vicinity.

After having my cold for about a week (which, subsequently turned into bronchitis), my little munchkin got sick.  Then my husband caught a little something.  Then my mother got a cold.  My cousin caught it.  And my other cousin's new little baby caught it.

It's like the movie Contagion over here.

Except that I didn't see that movie.  As a general rule, hypochondriacs (like me) should not watch movies about wide-spread, mysterious diseases.  But I can imagine that my cold was probably a lot like that movie.

Minus Matt Damon and Gwyneth Paltrow.

Maybe it's more like the movie Outbreak (which I also didn't see). 

I'm a carrier monkey.

We're all better now.  The germs have left the building.  A good thing, too, because we've got some Halloween decorating to do this weekend.

My son does still cough, but mostly because he knows we'll say "Are you ok?" and then he'll just smile at us. Yeah, we're in trouble there.  But that's a post for another time.