Saturday, April 10, 2010

Diary of a Blog Slacker

Click-y moms at the park. Write about that.

Oh, interesting new store opened. Write about that.

A new assignment from Newsday. Write about that.

Skipping Stroller Strides. Losing the last 6 pds of baby weight. Binging on crap. Write about that.

A trip home. The importance of family. Kids are growing up too fast. Write about that.

Hot cup of coffee. Check. Quiet house of napping children. Check. Brain bursting to blog faster than my purple colored finger tips can type. Check.

"With long straight black hair sweeping past their shoulders, tan swirls casted against black leggings, and yogurt granola they just found for a steal at Cosco, the moms at Magnolia playground..."

Shit, the phone.

Hang up. Regroup. Re-read. Pick up.

"..clung together tigher than the grape jelly stuck on Nugget's cheek. Prepared for more than the single child lunch, this group of four had snacks, toys and..."

Crap, someone's up.

Ah, Meatball poops more than a bear who's just confiscated a bowl of chili. Where was I....ah, okay, jump back in.

".....extra pairs of socks for each other's children. The world around them seemed invisible. Just the four of them, pushing their children insync on the swings, clapping together as they watched their children go down the slide, go up the slide, go through the tunnel, hold on to the monkey bars, let go of the money bars. They knew each others names, their husband's names, their mother-in-law's names, their dog's names. They strolled in stride, dotting along....."

Sigh. Their all up. Meatball's poop was enough to wake the room of three.

Close computer. Blog later.

Later.........

Three days later, tossing and turning over the list of to-do's that have been un-do's thanks to the sunny days that have engulfed my schedule with walks, playground trips, beachy afternoons, evening dog walks, I open the computer.

Today I'll set aside the Newsday article plans and finish my last blog.

"...hmmm..hmmm."

Click-y moms? What click-y moms? What was I even blogging about again?

Crap, the phone.