Blogging, while medicated or under the influence of fluish-like symptoms, can cause serious injury to your reputation and be awfully dangerous to your blog traffic. Then again, I'm a mom of four, I am used to getting screwed!
Mini-me snapped the pic of me, while we were both home and feeling fluish this week, thinking it was totally cool how I could blog with one hand and hold my fluish-looking head with the other.
I'm talented like that.
You may be surprised to hear -- I know, I sure as hell am -- that I started This Full House nearly 6 years ago, at a time before statistics and SEO's ruled the blog world, and the only measure of real value was the blogger's story, itself.
Nope, in some circles, using the words "mom" and "blogger" in the same breath is enough to get stuff thrown in your face and I'm not just talking poopie diapers or dirty laundry, either.
"Oh, those silly mom bloggers!"
I come from a long line of story tellers and -- although, my grandmother and most of my female ancestors never made it passed the 4th grade -- I'm sure my mother's life would have been a whole lot easier, if she had a blog.
Being able to blog out her frustrations, finding strength in a community that thrives on imperfection and acknowledging simple moments of joy, or peace in knowing that she was raising children who love her, anyway.
You know, the sort of stuff that we moms sometimes forget and some other people, who think we're just a bunch of suckers drinking from the same juice bottle, need to be reminded of.
Like, how the word "momblogger" is making me feel like a total LOSER!