In a year, this will all be behind you.
You’ll look back at this struggle and be glad you started when you did.
I tried to get into the Vlogging groove last year, but it was pretty tough to keep up with. I was putting a lot of pressure on myself to come up with super creative stuff. I do that a lot.
But then, in the spirit of done is better than perfect, I started up again. And now I’m just… talking… about (mostly parenting) stuff (so far). Literally that is my only objective. Granted, I hope it’s stuff you find funny or relatable. Hopefully both. Perhaps as I get better at this, I will find time to also brush my hair for you. No promises.
Now it’s back up. (WITH A SHINY NEW APP!!! High fives if you’re reading this from the app! Did you get the push notification?) And I thought I’d share the two I’ve done so far here. For people who are just, like, only blog readers. I’m told this rare breed does still exist, and I do adore them…. you.
The first video of Stuff I Want To Talk About is Stuff I Miss From Before I Had Kids
The second video is Stuff That Is Strangely Satisfying For Parents
Hopefully there will be more at some semi-regular interval that is shorter than a year apart. I can’t imagine I’ll run out of stuff I want to talk about.
As I loaded up my groceries into my cart, the checker at Target did that thing where he just keeps right on scanning the next person in line. My keys and wallet were still by the card-reader, and I was balancing a baby on my hip, trying to hustle. I get that they have to serve everyone quickly but, HELLO, 10 seconds please? Literally 10 seconds. Please.
But the checker didn’t seem all that with-it to begin with. Probably the end of a long shift. He had that far-off look in his eyes, daydreaming. He was mostly silent as he scanned the items on the belt for the man behind me in line.
I put that last bag in my cart.
Then, quietly, but loud enough for me and the man in line to hear, he sung out, almost as if in a trance and completely against his will….
And then abruptly, I swear, stopped breathing.
We all did, all 3 of us. The awkward was painfully funny. Well, for me. I have no idea if it was just painful for the man obviously buying condoms. Hopefully it was funny, this rare peek into this checker’s inner dialogue.
I just…. walked away. I could not allow myself to look up and make eye-contact with either of them. I shop there way too much to pee my pants at checkout.