Around 3am last night, I was looking for a distraction from my usual flow of middle-of-the-night thoughts when my mind reminded me I had missed my usual Wednesday night blogging party.
Oh dread, Oh infamy!
My sacred weeknight had been sacrificed. My precious time devoted to writing posts and commenting on the hundred WWW/This Week In Books memes had been stolen from me.
To recover from this incredible and shocking news, I listed all the reasons I don’t post as much as I wish I would, especially these days.
Have you ever tried writing a review when your baby dog is making those sad and imploring eyes while slowly sending her ball your way? Or get some reading done when your mom’s dog shoves the book out of the way to sleep on your lap?
Whoo, you’re happy you have your own blog, and you can’t wait to discuss that character’s habit to eat her hair, or rant about the fact that author killed your book boyfriend. But before you can do all of this, you need to actually READ BOOKS. What is the point of a book blog if you have no material to discuss?
Life loves sending unexpected (and uninvited) events your way. A friend moving houses, a family gathering (brrr!), a heartbroken best friend who needs a shoulder to cry on, a pipe that decides to burst and transform your apartment into a swimming pool.
Say goodbye to your blogging time!
#4 Social media
I spend so much time reading everyone’s tweets that I would have time to write 4 reviews a day if I signed off.
Can you write more than two sentences that actually make sense without a decent amount of hours of sleep per week? I discovered I cannot. This is the main reason why I haven’t posted any reviews or interesting posts recently. Someone just knock me out for the night please.
I wake up feeling like a zombie on prozac. I make it through breakfast with only one eye open. I slouch on the couch with my textbooks with all the good will I am capable of. And then there’s a blank. The onset of a headache sends me to the kitchen for a tea. As much as I love tea and consider it the best beverage on Earth, its effect on a zombie are limited. Before I know it, it’s 7pm and hubby is back for his well-deserved dinner. I haven’t studied, written, or done anything a human would usually do on their waking hours. I barely handle a conversation (please don’t use complicated words that require a dictionary, like “pepperoni” or “cooking time” at this stage or you will only get a blank stare from me). When the night comes, I pray for Sandman to invite me to his little house for a nice chat and a Sex on The Beach. Instead, I make stupid lists and wait for my poor couple of hours of rest.
Cooking. Cleaning. Grocery shopping. Showering. Walking. My God, those take an awful amount of hours in the day.
The most time-consuming activity of all times.
#8 TV Shows
They are evil. Those moving images have the magical power to hold my attention and make me lose track of time. I blink and suddenly I’ve lost four hours because I really wanted to know if Lorelai was really going to marry BIIIP. What starts as a “just one episode” always ends up with “oops, it’s dark outside, the fridge is empty and bedtime was two hours ago.”
Hubbies, just like plants, demand a lot of attention, liters of
water beer coffee and if the mood is right, a bit of talking.
This list is not a list of complaints. I am currently happy to be a dog mom, take showers and have awesome TV shows to save me from boredom when I can’t read. I only wish there were more hours in the day!
What keeps you away from blogging? Do you always stick to your schedule? What is your secret? Do share and I will send you a waffle!
Note: our regular post format and content will resume tomorrow. In the meantime, I thought a little fun post would be a great way to spend a scorching day alone at home.