I've been having some trouble blogging.
And it's not just because the boys seldom nap at the same time and Isaac is still night-owlin' it until midnight. Although that has a lot to do with it.
I have been having some trouble finding content to blog about.
Sure, I have a plethora of adorable pictures of the boys, but I hate to only post those and make you guys tell me a million times how cute my kids are. (But feel free.)
So what else can I post about?
Would you like to hear how many poopy diapers I change in a day? (at least 4)
Or how, when I went on a date with Brian last night ( Miniature golf and go-karts = romance for us!) I wore my pre-pregnancy jeans unzipped with a long coat on top, just because I can't stand to wear my maternity jeans anymore? (Pride, silly pride.)
I'm not complaining about my life right now, I love it! But it is not glamorous, not witty, and...well..it's kind of gross a lot of the time.
Like last week when I went to run errands, forgetting to put nursing pads in my bra, and ended up in Fred Meyer with two wet patches on my shirt and no way to cover it.
Or like today when I was at the mall with Joseph and, before I could stop him, he ate a piece of popcorn- off of the ground.
Or maybe how, just now when I was walking back from the bathroom, I stepped in a puddle of spit-up (read:baby puke) on the carpet, soaking my sock, and yet I kept walking.
See? That kind of stuff.
Should I really blog about that?