Even back in college when I used to write short stories and poetry (the cool kind that didn’t rhyme), I never fancied myself a writer. It was more of an emotion dump for me. Fortunately (and yet, strangely enough, unfortunately), I haven’t been dumped in eons so I don’t really get the out the old notebook for a daily or even weekly dose of alliteration.
These days find me with feelings of pride over a dinner that’s turned out to be both delicious and healthy, elation that Bug is walking all over the place, nervousness about potty-training Wog, frustration with not being able to find time to do a simple exercise DVD, ticked off ( -edness) because Wog woke Bug up from yet another nap, hope that maybe we’ll be homeowners soon, and sadness that I missed One Tree Hill yet again.
So, I blog.
Because, really, who wants to hear a haiku about pee on my couch?
**chirp chirp**
That’s what I thought.
You know, I just waited until Drew was ready to train himself and it was a snap. I think he was about 3 1/2. LOL.
Did that with Madeline, too, only she was 2 1/2. Girls, go figure.
Found you through Tina’s site… & can already tell, I’m going to love your stories… even ones about pee on a couch!
Seriously? She is walking? WOW! My first walked at 9 months, but none of the others.
I’m sharing many of the same emotions and frustrations.
Blog on girlfriend, blog on.
Oh I used to write poetry too! And mine was an emotion dump as well. I wrote very dark, sad, pain-filled poetry. lol Those were the good ole days of singledom eh?
And the second part, I’m totally feelin’ ya sister.
I do! lol
I’m kinda thinking that I might like that haiku…:)
your whole post was simply poetry in and of itself!
Exactly.
Truer words have never been uttered. Life is so exciting for us moms!
I love everything you write—emotion dump or haiku. Pee? Well, maybe…