Blogger's Block

It has come to my attention that people follow my blog more than I realize. I have actually recieved phone calls asking if everything was okay because I haven't had new entries in awhile. Rest assured, everything is fine...just busy. Not to mention...I'm not sure what I should write about. There is a newfound pressure to be entertaining and witty.

The mundane things that have occured in our household just don't seem blog-worthy. My preteen daughter has informed me that she does not like me mentioning her by name in my blogs. So we shall henceforth refer to her as "the older girl," and try to avoid things that might be too embarrassing...such as her breaking the top rack of the dishwasher, enraging my husband to the point where he actually spit when he talked, and causing my toddler to chime in with sentences like "breaking shit!" Wait...I think she was repeating something I said that time. But in my defense, as the primary dish care person, a broken (almost new) dishwasher with a family of seven is cause for a great deal of panic, which may cause a few colorful metaphors to slip out. It was not our best moment as parents. So, we won't mention that one.

Other moments that have occurred recently might also prompt CPS to show up at our door. Such as my toddler, at our family Easter get-together, informing everyone that she wants her own beer. Now, to the best of my knowledge, no one then (or ever) offered to split a beer with her...let alone give her her own beer. However, I'm sure the family is now wondering about our drinking habits. Or another moment, last night, when my brother was over. She wanted him to help her count her money. She told him, "I have dirty money and clean money." He laughed and asked her where the clean money was from.

"The bank."

"Oh...where's the dirty money from."

"I like waffles."

So, my toddler now appears to not only have a drinking problem...but she must be laundering money on the side. So, we won't really mention those incidents, either.

Other recent incidents only highlight me as an inattentive parent, so we should skip over those, too. Like the other day, when Connor was lying on a blanket in the middle of the living room. I walked to the kitchen to start some soup for Irelynn's lunch. The next thing I hear is, "Mom...Connor has poopy diaper."

"Ok...I'll change him in a minute."

"I already did."

I look out in the living room, and there is Connor, in all his naked glory, smiling on the blanket. I look around for the diaper she removed. I see it...but no poop. I spot some wadded up wipes next to him...sure enough, there was the poo. I go to grab a new wipe out.

"I already wipe him....you're welcome."

So...we will skip over those, too.

So, as you can see, due to incriminating content, I really don't have anything to blog about right now. I will try to come up with something soon, though.