1. I can’t just “start” reading blogs (autobiographical blogs, that is). I feel lost when I don’t know all of the background and “about me” pages aren’t enough information. So I don’t just add blogs to my feed reader. I start at the beginning. I enjoy reading someone’s entire archives so there’s more of a narrative. Also, I can’t keep blogs straight unless I really know who the writer is. Even now, I sometimes get confused as to which blog is which.
2. As a result, I’m a pretty bad commenter. I spend most of my time reading posts written a long time ago, so there’s no reason to comment. Sometimes I even get so into the archives I’m reading at the moment, I don’t keep up with my feed reader. I always go back and catch up, but I need to get better about commenting when I do that.
3. At one point or another, everyone writes a book review post, so I’ve got this huge list of books other people loooooved. I feel like I should read them, but I just don’t want to. I pretty much only read mysteries or autobiographical stuff (which are basically blogs in book form). Its how I unwind. I don’t like “literature.” I don’t like Young Adult books. I hate nonfiction. I’d probably like some of the books they recommended, but there’ll also be many I don’t like. I just don’t feel like taking the chance when there are books I know I’ll like.
4. Meg has a stomach bug. She’s almost over it, I think. Wednesday night, while I was eating my dinner, she walked over to me, whined, then puked all over me. And the couch. And the floor. And herself. And kitty – her favorite stuffed animal. (I have NEVER been more thankful to have spare kitties – we bought 2 extras) She’s starting to feel better, but still not eating much.
5. All day, I’ve been looking forward to naptime so I could maybe take a shower or read a book or wash the dishes. But now its naptime and all I can manage is laying on the couch watching Grey’s Anatomy, because YAY, I am feeling very very sick to my stomach. I don’t think the next 24 hours are going to be very pleasant. But I did promise Thomas I wouldn’t throw up on the couch.
6. The LAST 24 hours haven’t been very pleasant either, because I’ve spent them trying to rid my house of the smell of vomit. I don’t know what to do with the couch. Sadly, I’m allergic to Febreze (and anything else perfumed). We’ve sprinkled the couch with baking powder then vacuumed it up several times (including immediately after the incident). Its helped a little, but it mostly just gunked up the vacuum. Of all the gross things I thought I’d have to do as a mother, cleaning puke off the couch was on the list, but cleaning a baking powder/puke paste out of my vacuum was NOT.
7. I’m going to go throw up now.