Or so I say when the waitress hands me the wrong order or the customer service rep can't help me, the customer, with anything I need or my cable connection goes away because someone living two and a half blocks away switched services. I try to cut first-timers some slack, I really do because I know as well as anyone that firsts can be tense.
For example, this is my first blog post. I want it to dazzle and disarm the whole population of cyberspace. Of course, I expect that my readership will more likely encompass approximately 3 people, 4 if my mother ever comes to terms with the "glorified calculator" sitting on her desk. But like a new mother showing off her first born, I want everyone to cheer and feel their spirits renewed by the words here. So it's not a Brangelina baby, as long as it doesn't puke on your shoe, and maybe makes you think a bit or god forbid, even laugh, then it's all good.
Besides the obvious ego-stroking inherent in blogs, I have some legitimate reasons for beginning this adventure in anonymous journaling. First, my status as a Stay At Home Mom is about to drastically change. Time did this to me by making my children grow like kelp. One day I have 3 toddlers all in diapers, the next day I have to figure out how to simultaneously deliver three kids to three different schools. My youngest is 7 years old now. She'll be starting 2nd grade on Monday morning. Kendall is nervous about entering the 2nd grade, it's her first time after all. I try soothe her and tell her, "I'm going back to school too." But that doesn't soothe at all. In fact, she cries about it and explains to me that mommies don't need to learn anything else, they already know how to love their children.
Well, maybe mommies do know everything they need to know about loving their families, but I don't know how to write the books I want to write. I don't know how to make my passion for words a profitable one for my family. Yet. Although I'm sure no college course can cover such diverse topics as Magic Boo Boo Kisses, Differentiating the Cry of Pain From the Whine of Boredom, and Upper Division Sharing, my courses will educate me in the finer points of technical and multimedia writing. Kendall doesn't see it's not mommy who's going back to school, mommy who makes sure your teeth are brushed and that you put on clean underwear, no, not mommy but Carol, me.
Don't worry, baby blog, no pressure, no pressure.