The Booger on the Wall

Tonight I got completely sidetracked reading archived posts of a blog I absolutely love but haven’t read in a long time due to the regular busyness and distractions of life. (That blog is Naptime Diaries if you’re interested.) It reminded me how much I’ve always wanted to blog regularly. I did actually attempt this once, written from the perspective of my daughter when she was a toddler. The results: Fail. Big fail. I think there were a whopping three posts, maybe six months apart.

I digress. More recently, I’ve thought about it more. Specifically, when I separated from my now ex-husband a year and a half ago, one of my first thoughts was – I should start a blog. Not about our marriage or what went wrong, but because I was officially entering the next stage of my life and I had stories to tell. Still do. I promise to post about the not-at-all-at-the-time-but-in-retrospect-hilarious comedy of errors that were my first days, weeks, and months of being a single mom. Rich with high jinx, I promise.

Life as a suddenly single mom with two small children and a full-time job doesn’t leave a lot of time for blogging. And over time, I questioned what I was really looking for in starting a blog – would I just be creating a platform for a full-time pity party, looking for some kind of approval, or did I really have something worthwhile and/or entertaining to share? It’s worth noting that all of the wrestling over these questions took place without ever writing a single post. And I'm a writer. For a living. Sad, I know.

As of late, I still have lots of high jinx. Things have settled down a bit, but I’m nowhere near having it “together” – does anybody? I do think I have stories to share. They will hopefully entertain and amuse, maybe even occasionally inspire something more.

After getting lost in Naptime Diaries for over an hour (maybe two), I got up from the couch thinking, ‘Yep, I should definitely start blogging.’ I went to the bathroom in the little powder room meant for guests but mostly used by the kids. I normally don’t use that bathroom and when I sat down, I realized two things.

First, it doesn’t smell good in there. Either the kids need to stop using it or I should never again have guests over. There’s going to be some hardcore scrubbing going on in there tomorrow, followed by a full can of Febreeze air freshener.

Second, when I happened to glance at the wall next to me, I realized there was something stuck there. It was easily identifiable as a booger. One of the kids (I can guess which one) stuck a booger on the wall. The whole ‘the writing’s on the wall’ thing popped into my head. But for me, in my life, it’s only fitting that The Booger’s on the Wall. Yep, I’ve got stories to share.