Droning mommy blogger

I've noticed that some of my favourite bloggers are either thinking about or have already decided to throw in the towel. I'll miss reading them. I understand though. It's not always easy to fit it in when life is also happening. Some weeks I have nothing to say. I've learned it's better not to say anything at those times.

I like writing. It seems to keep me grateful. I'm enjoying writing about my son. I hope he reads this stuff someday and gets a kick out of it.

I've also been thinking about something a friend of mine said the other day. She confided that sometimes she just doesn't want to play with her kids. It bores her. She asked me if I ever felt that way. Heck ya! I told her.

Sometimes when I get home from work I feel like my brain is fried. I only have enough energy to cuddle with Deaglan, make him dinner and watch a program. Getting down on the floor and playing with trains or dinosaurs just takes too much effort on those days. It doesn't make us bad parents. But it's easy to feel that way. I think parenting can be isolating if it's not discussed with other parents.

I read something that rubbed me the wrong way a few days ago. A popular blogger referred to herself as sounding like one of those 'droning mommy bloggers'. She said it as if most of the time she's not but the post she had written (where she was explaining how wonderful life was since her second child had joined their family) that day made her sound like one of those 'droning mommy bloggers'. I think it bugged me because it seemed derogatory. Who cares right? I'm a mommy and I'm a blogger and most of the time I do drone on about my kid.

That's all I have.