Well now, I didn't mean that I thought my blog was boring (but to everyone who told me "oh honey, it's ok that your blog is boring right now because we totally understand," um, thanks?). My blog probably is boring, but I don't care, because hey, I pay the hosting fees here, I can be boring if I want to. And I'm not bored. Well certainly, I am intermittently bored because this gig gets a little monotonous, but overall I am having a hell of a lot of fun at this mom thing. And I'm not blue, which frankly just isn't part of my makeup. Let's hear it for genetics, right? Eczema, fat thighs, bad eyesight, and stable brain chemistry.
I am witty and interesting on any number of topics directly related to infants and toddlers. I can wax rhapsodic about poop, and let me assure you that my sphincter soliloquy is not to be missed. And I read books and have a vague concept of current events and strong opinions on any number of topics which I am not reluctant to expound upon at great length. (But no, I haven't seen that movie. Haven't seen that one either. Or that one. Nope. Uh-uh.) But oh man, am I boring.
I never had much skill for small talk, or chit chat, or so much as opening my fool mouth around anyone I haven't known for no less than two years (or gotten very drunk with, six of one, etc.), and I have lost whatever limited ability I had in that area. Partly due to lack of practice, but mostly due to lack of topics. Parenting is my lead story. My children are beautiful and brilliant and talented and impressive. And that is what I do. All the time, every minute of every day, I parent. When faced with a situation where I feel like trying a conversation not directly related to how amazing my (or your) children are, I have no idea where to start.
Where do you start? What do people talk about? I honestly don't remember.