I swear. I keep reprioritzing blogging -- I AM GOING TO BLOG MORE OFTEN! -- and then it's three weeks later and I'm sitting here in mis-matched, ill-fitting clothes with pureed sweet potatoes crusted under my fingernails wondering whether I forgot to put on a bra on today or if it was a conscious-albeit-pre-coffee-decision that I just don't remember making.
Working from home "part-time" takes EVERY SECOND YOU HAVE if you have a child under foot. That's just an FYI for any of you who think that working from home while you have a baby is "luxurious." Also, please see the above paragraph, wherein I can't remember how I came to spend the day braless.
So maybe the key is, once again, to just write whatever I can, whenever I can, and not feel bad/guilty/stressed/lame for posting short posts.
Let me just tell you that, among other things, I spent this past weekend consuming my weight in beer and carbs and I haven't run since Friday and I don't feel even the slightest bit of remorse. I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to lose another ten pounds by BlogHer, which is a giant, mystical goal that MUST BE ACHIEVED. Granted, I may have to rely on magic. But I'm okay with that.