Here are some excerpts of e-mails that flew back and forth this week:
- Watching my blog die is killing me. I want to post so badly- and I don’t know what to do! My little graph of my stats (which I never care all that much about) is declining and declining- and it’s like watching something die. Slowly. Slowly… the graph is like a heart monitor in a hospital, and soon it will flatline.
- As I go back and re-read some of the posts of the last two years, I realize a big part of my life and my kids lives are documented- and that is really neat. There are memories I would not recall if I hadn’t written about them- and I’m wondering now at the wisdom of giving that up. Ugh.
- Would it be totally lame if I started posting again? Should I start a different blog under another name? It really feels like a kid to me, and as stupid as this sounds, I don’t want it to die!
- I “killed” my blog for three weeks last month and finally swooped it back up into my arms and have been nursing it back to health. In the end, I said “screw them” and began writing again. My stats are still pathetic though but it’s not about that – it’s like you said, it’s documentation of a beautiful life that vanishes all too quickly from memory when we go to sleep each night. It’s validation for the mundane, repetitive things we do every day and when I stopped writing about them they did in fact seem mundane rather than chances to look into them for writing fodder and heartwarming conclusions.
- Girl, you need that blog. Open up shop, we’ll all be glad you did. If your main concern is just not looking silly after saying it was closed then that’s not a good enough reason for me.
- OK, I say you keep blogging. Purely because I’m selfish and I like your posts. Too bad you already said you weren’t pulling a Michael Jordan- maybe you could put a picture of him up or something.
Done and done. The truth is, I’m flakey. Acutally, my husband calls it “a slave to whimsy”, as I think I’ve said before. I like that one better. Last week, shutting down seemed like a fabulous idea. I can write all I want, and not blog. But the truth is also this: being a stay-at-home mom can be very isolating. Sharing my experiences makes it not so. A blank piece of paper in my journal doesn’t talk back to me- at least when I’ve had enough sleep.
So the Esty store is still on. Telling tales about my kids’ crazy exploits is back, and I hang my head and beg forgiveness for, well, for being me.
I’ve already missed a week of recorded memories. I wish you all could have seen what Abby did with ONE blue M&M in Home Depot. Seriously, she looked like she got hold of a can of blue spray paint. Melts in your mouth, my @ss!