I’ve been trying to write a blog post for like, weeks.
I think about it. I remember I have an episode of Property Brothers or Love it or List it.
I realize the DVR is a hot mess and that once again, the girls have randomly recorded Telemundo.
I start again.
The dishes need to be done. The laundry needs to be folded.
Fights need to be broken up over the girls’ much loved baby dolls.
… and fake cell phones. And crayons. And stuffed animals.
The list goes on and on.
And then one of the girls hides under a high chair, or screams at the ducks outside.
And I’m all like, “I SHOULD BLOG! This moment! Must remember it always!”
… and then I forget because just as soon as the twins are doing something cute, water is boiling over on the stove or they found my lipstick. etc. etc. etc.
It feels like writer’s block.
But it’s not.
It’s life block.
And, honestly, a little bit of self-censorship.
I mean, I’d love to go on a good old fashioned political rant. Or a “what’s wrong with America” diatribe, but you know, this is not the forum for that. And honestly, no one needs any more of that shenanigans.
I prefer lighter, more uplifting word fare.
I read this blog written by a woman namedGlennon and I love it because it focuses on love and friendship and working at life together in a team. I appreciate what she does for the sisterhood. The sentiment of supporting and encouraging each other is something I believe in.
And, in much the same way, I think Ree builds up the sisterhood by reminding us that nothing cures what ails ya quite like homemade pasta, bacon and cheese. I believe in that, too.
Organic, of course. (Unless no one’s looking, then I’ll take whatever bacon/cheese/pasta I can get my hands on!)
But my point is this: chocolate.
And, if I have an option, just in case I do, wine, too.
In closing, my new year’s resolutions are as follows:
- Continue losing weight.
- Try to exercise more. Running after the twins does not count.
- Blog more. Like three times a month. Not like, never.
That is all. Candy.