in fact, i'm pretty sure it's more than bordering.
but the truth is- i am boring.
i don't have grand adventures. i'm not fashionable. i don't have kick ass sponsers. i don't offer incredible giveaways (not for lack of wanting. dude, i'd kill for an Oreck or an overpriced diaper bag). i don't come up with amazing DIY's. i don't go on vacations or girl's night outs. there are no blog meetups or get togethers in NH. i don't write for Babble. i can't justify attending BlogHer. i'm not pregnant. i don't have any strong opinions on any controversial topics. i don't have a job that calls for outfits worthy of instagram.
basically, i live vicariously through 95% of the blogs i, myself, read.
tonight, for example, will consist of me getting off work, picking up the girls, driving home, begging them to eat their dinner, watching them eat only grapes & watermelon & snubbing the macaroni:
(why yes, my 16 month old does still takes a bottle)
bathing them, telling them, "no you don't need fruit snacks because you didn't eat dinner" (only to cave 5 minutes later when they start hitting each other), trying to squeeze in 25 minutes with Jillian, cleaning up spilled water & crushed goldfish, waiting for the husband to get home, hopping in a scalding 5 minute shower, reading stories & picking up the toy tsunami, throwing in a load of laundry, saying goodnights & sleep tights, attempting to gather together a 300 calorie dinner when all i really want is Papa John's pizza & a Coke, collapsing on the couch.
& watching Grimm. friday night is Grimm night. i'll admit it, i think about it all day & count down the minutes. who am i?!
but yeah. that's tonight. & every other weeknight (minus Grimm).
i work 9 hour days & the husband works 12. that doesn't alot us much time for impromptu park picnics & trips for ice cream.
my instagram feed is full of playground visits, fashinable attire, zoo trips & dinners out. meanwhile i'm glaring at the clock that is seemingly stuck @ 11:30am.
Panera lunches & In & Out Burger make me curse my diet & loath my Healthy Choice meal.
date nights & hang outs with friends sprinkled with grande Starbuck's lattes + a slice of lemon loaf have me wistfully wishing we had friends, time for date nights & justification for a $5 beverage.
you could say i'm a wee bit jealous...& you'd be right. i'm well aware that envy is one of the 7 deadly sins (hello, i've seen Seven) but dude, i'm only human.
however, lately, when i feel myself starting to get green, i remind myself to focus on everything that i DO have. everything that i've been blessed with.
i have a fab husband that puts up with my OCD & weird anal-ness about...well, everything.
i have 2 incredible little girls who are completely healthy & think that i'm the bee's knees.
i have 2 dogs that pee on the floor & crap in my flower beds...ok, let's not talk about them.
i have a cat who is too fat & lazy to clean herself properly & sometimes has turds clinging to her butt hairs...yeah let's not talk about her either. (i threw up in my mouth a little too)
we have a home, 2 working cars & we both have stable jobs.
we scored in the Nanny dept & i don't worry about my children's safety as i sit at work.
we can pay our bills, put money into our 401k's & plan for our children's futures.
etc etc etc
(in fact, looking @ first world problems, i rather feel like i should be slapped for ever complaining about anything. gracious)
so when it comes down to it- i guess my boring life is pretty alright
i'm well aware that i'm not the only working mom in the world who feels spread too thin at times. & i'm pretty sure there are some working mom bloggers who manage to lead pretty interesting lives despite crazy work schedules....(said moms, feel free to email me your secrets. is it cloning? sister wives? 8 cups of coffee...something illegal that doesn't show up in a drug test?)
what it comes down to is that we all lead pretty kick ass lives- just in different ways. i can see that simply by looking at my own blogroll & instagram feed & twitter account.
i'm just as hungry to read up on the life of a mother of 1 living in a penthouse in the city as i am to follow the life of a mother of 4 living simply on a farm.
it's like licking the crumbs off my plate from 2 different cookies...not oatmeal raisin though. because, just ew.
so i guess this is a bit of an apology. i'm sorry that i only have so much to offer. i'm sorry that sometimes a week will go by with no posts. i'm sorry that sometimes i just throw a bunch of pictures at you & call it a day. i'm sorry that you probably have no desire to raid my closet. but at least i'm hilarious, right?
but it's also a thank you- thank you to those that read this thing despite my lack of....whatever. i've been blogging here since 2007 (omg) & i've met (internet met) a lot of cool women through my little internet home. win.
& now i have to go drink water (not coke) & eat a reduced guilt freezer meal (not pizza) & try to figure out why Justin Beaber's "boyfriend" song is on repeat in my brain.
