When Facebook Is No Longer Enough

So, here we are.  Wasting time together.  Kinda like facebooking when you're supposed to be doing the laundry.  Who cares if the kids have to wear their Superman pajamas to school or turn their undies inside out in order to wear "clean" ones to school?!  Not I.  That's just the rockin' mom I am.

So, some of you have requested that I do more long form writing.  And unless you're my parents, I cannot possibly imagine why.  After all, most of what I have to say revolves around the mindless, the trivial and the annoying (and no, this site is not about Sarah Palin).  I am not at all confident that I will able to convey the poignant, the profound or the meaningful observations, musings and stories you all seem to think I have.

That said, I have made a list of all the reasons I should write a blog as well as why you should read it:

1.  My brain is full.  So full, in fact, that I rarely sleep and find myself making construction paper mobiles at 2 a.m. in an effort to exhaust myself.  It does not work, by the way.  Maybe sharing some of my brain waves with you lucky folks at 2 a.m. will, at last, allow me to catch some zzzzzzz's...

2.  I have opinions.  Lots of 'em.  So many, that my stepfather has urged me to be VERY VERY CAREFUL about what I post here.  Turns out that there are these cool settings that let me filter who gets to read this stuff.  Soooo, this seems like a safe place to lay down some smack that might be deemed, oh, a tad bit rude in public.  Like how much I love Sarah Palin. Or why I think John Edwards should be buried up to his neck and publicly stoned.  Or how I seem to be the only one on the face of our great nation who thinks 'The Hangover' may have been one of the worst movies she's ever seen.  (Blasphemy, I know.)

3.  I bore easily.  This is my most selfish reason for this bloggy undertaking.  Here's the deal:  I love my family.  I really, really do.  I love that they need me to make their lunches (yes, all 3 of them), I love that they have no idea where to go, what to bring or when to get there unless I remind them that it's on the calendar.  I love that then, I have to show them where the calendar is hanging. 

What I do NOT love is that I have to lock myself in the bathroom to read an article on natural remedies for cleaning the kitchen grout.  I do not love the laundry monster, who goes into my children's closets and takes t-shirts they've worn for LESS than 2 hours and spits 'em down the laundry chute.  And, most egotistically, I do not love, when asked at school what their mom does for a job, that my children answer "nothing".  I'll show you 'nothing'...sorry guys, you're on your own for dinner...Mommy's gotta blog!!

As for my reasons why YOU should occasionally check back here and waste a few minutes reading the quotidien drivel of this mom-teacher-daughter-writer-sister:

1.  For my extended family:  the kids are growing.  Fast.  A majority of my daily ponderings, both humorous and otherwise, revolve around this phenomenon.  This is like 1-stop-shopping...kid quotations, photos and other hilarities will appear here regularly.  All you have to do is log on to watch them grow.  For free.  What a deal!

2.  Sometimes I am funny.  Please don't hold me to that, however.  At the very least, I promise to make fun of myself often and to keep my mockery of you at a minimum (unless your name is Sarah P----oh, forget it, you get my point).

3.  Finally, you would be helping me.  I figure if enough of you want to read it here, I may be able to convince my kids that Mommy really does have work to do that does not involve kite string, peanut butter or ice packs.  And who knows...some of this could turn into that book I've been kickin' around in my head for a decade or two.  Then I'd be famous.  And you would be a part of my posse, you lucky dog.

So there you go, folks.  My 3-point argument (my dad would be so proud, as he trained me in this skill) as to why I/you should hang out here, at Girls Who Wear Glasses...I'd offer you more today, but I'm off to go shorten the boys' khakis with duct tape.  Really.