For a while I've been thinking that this blog has passed its sell-by date. First, I'm more repressed. Iris and Lola are old enough not to want to be written about, and therefore I no longer can report on their wacky ways freely. I maneuver about this by often telling a story but not specifying which child it is about, but frankly I'm passing up on the best material out of not wanting to alienate them. As one of them put it, "When I was little, I thought it was great that you were a blogger..." Significant pause.
Secondly, you readers are more repressed (or not reading, sigh). There used to be a lively give-and-take in the comments, with regular personalities become celebrities of this blog. Now I rarely see a comment. The stats show that people are still reading -- they just don't seem to have anything to say. It makes me feel like this is a ghost town of a blog.
But then every now and then something happens that makes me feel appreciated and like this is worthwhile. I have been occasionally recognized in public ("Hey! Are you the Drunken Housewife?"), and yesterday a mom of one of Lola's friends invited me out for coffee. Over our caffeinated drinks, she confided that a friend of hers had called her to discuss something she'd read on my blog. My mom acquaintance didn't know about the blog, and her friend said, "Everyone knows the Drunken Housewife!" My acquaintance looked up the blog and then realized, "I think I know this person!" As I sipped my low-fat latte, she said, "I liked you before, but now I like you more. I had no idea."
This kind of moment keeps me blogging in the half-assed way that you must have become accustomed to. Is half an ass better than none?
12 comments:
I eagerly await your posts. I would be sad if your stopped. I don't comment as often as I used to because I didn't want to appear stalkerish. You are more so much more than your childrens' antics. To prove that I read you religiously, I suggest you read "Brain on Fire." It's about misdiagnosis and someone who was so, so sick and it took forever to figure out what was wrong. I'm not saying this is your diagnosis, but as the child of medical types, they don't know a lot more than they know.
Well....I find myself speechless at the goings on in the world, so, absent a big fat straight line, I have a hard time finding my muse. I rarely even crack myself up anymore. I have been verbally puked on (several times) by my SIL who is having severe issues.
I do look forward to your posts/perspectives. I understand if you don't wish to continue. Always take care of yourself first. As someone was recently advising a yoga teacher who was recovering from lung cancer and whose mother just passed away, 2 months after her sister, "Put your own oxygen mask on first"
BTW I'm not sure I'm not a robot...;)
You are one of the reasons I began volunteering at our local humane society. I have never been happier. After a lifetime of caring for family members I am free to find my peace. Please don't go, you are so real.
Please don't go!
Well, I do think of you often, even if I do not comment on each post. Just the other day, I referenced your purchase of your beloved Aga as an alternative to my gf wanting a Viking...
Your blog is very near the top of my favorite blog list. I read it and check it regularly. I may not comment often, but your unique voice and perspective on motherhood and life is important to me. Keep writing.
Kate
You've probably noticed I've gone on an extended hiatus. I miss blogging. It was the only journaling/record I had of my kids' younger days when I was in The Blur. But the stuff I'm mulling over now is professional issues not for public consumption because I like my job, and I'm not that super duper happy right now, so The Funny, it is not there.
Am hoping to renew the spirit soon….or else why am I paying TypePad $75 clams per year?
I would miss you if you stopped blogging. I probably check here for new posts about four times as often as you write them (lately). -- Anais
How fun to live in a major metropolitan area that is still a small enough community for you to be recognized and able to bask in semi-celebrity status. All the more reason for me to get up there and loll around with you at some sidewalk cafe when the weather gets squared away. I just today was able to tell someone the story (from a lifetime ago) when I was tasked with holding Dionne Warwick's fur coat in the wings backstage while she did a performance at BU. Maybe I can refresh that story with "the time I had coffee with the Drunken Housewife"! :-)
You're back! You're back! You're back! -- Anais
Thank goodness you're back! I have referenced you often while conversing with my hubby, and he had JUST started reading you when you disappeared! He actually took it personally. Please don't disappear again! Oh, and the vegetarian recipes you've posted in the past have come in very handy, as we try and do meatless meals several times a week! No more boring old pasta!
I found your blog at the recommendation of an online forum. I have been reading a bit about your health problems and I notice you take Xanax. Please google benzo tolerance, benzo withdrawal and read the forum at Benzo buddies. Every single symptom you have could be due to this seemingly benign drug you are taking. I know this probably sounds wacky as I have never commented before but I truly am trying to help you. Best wishes.
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