blogspeak...

As of late, there has been a bit of blogspeak here and here (and everywhere) regarding the facade - or lack thereof - behind which some of us choose to present our blogthoughts. On my blog, I find myself somewhere between the two extremes. In real life, I find myself leaning far, far, far to the whining, woe is me, are you kidding me extreme. I know, I don't know why B-Man sticks around, either, except for that now we have a little lovie who he could never ditch.

So, in response to some of your thoughts, here is a Saturday morning no makeup, bedhead photo. Hold your applause, please.

Yikes is right!

And here are some of my worst woe is me nags.

I worked really hard to lose weight after Zoey was born (all 56 pounds). It took me over a year to reach my pre-pregnancy weight, but I never posted a picture because, of course, I am still not happy with the way by body looks. Bringing sexy back? I wasn't sexy before!

It is embarrassing to me that I cannot afford to stay home with my daughter because I am not willing to give up the lifestyle we live (which is, by the way, in no manner lavish, but is very comfortable). I always say I want to be home with her more than anything in the world, but am I willing to give up cable? No. My cell phone? Nope. Eating out? Not a chance. Oy.

I am a neat-freak in every aspect of the word, but sometimes we have dirty dishes out for a day - or two - because I literally do not have 2 minutes to put them in the dishwasher and/or am too exhausted. Yes, too exhausted to lift up a dish, run it under the water, and place it in the dishwasher.

I can and have eaten a whole box of donuts in the time of a day or two. I love donuts. I do not feel good about myself after this happens, but I feel plenty good while it is happening. I blame this bad habit on my parents - really, I do - but that is another post in and of itself.

When something tragic happens to someone else, my initial reaction is, "Thank you for not letting this happen to me." And then I feel badly for the other person. I am selfish that way and in many other ways, too. Not proud of this, but it is true.

So, there is some of my trash for your reading pleasure.

And I just had a realization. I don't usually post about this stuff because it doesn't make me feel good. At this moment, I don't feel uplifted like I do when I post cute things about Zoey or funny things about myself. So, as much as a facade as it might be, you won't see much of this. I am not hiding anything. Just trying to make it one day at a time, like each of you, as gracefully as possible.