I’ve been thinking a lot lately about why I blog.  It has prompted a lot of revelations, which will spill out into more blog posts!  But the other day, as I was picking up the growing collection of Good Dog, Carl and other board books from the bathroom—stacked on the floor, around the potty chair, beside the washing machine, and atop the clothespin basket—I laughed, thinking about how this was a mommy moment that other moms would probably enjoy hearing about.  And I realized that sometimes, thinking about how one is going to blog about it, keeps one from crying about it:

• When you are kneading bread to the tune of two crying little people and thinking that the bread won’t possibly rise properly with all that noise.
• When the loaves of cinnamon apple swirl bread rise over and above the pans and have to be lowered to the very bottom rack of the oven lest they come out through the burners on top.
• When your daughter has thirteen books collected on the bathroom floor for her potty time reading.
• When you finally get time—and two hands—at breakfast to eat the second half of the grapefruit that’s been waiting in the fridge for days on end for just such a two-handed meal.
• When you are having a Very Bad Hair Day and wondering why in the world you ever cut your hair—and then halfway through the day you realize you forgot to put any gel in your hair that morning.
• When your two-month-old is making every appearance of intending to sleep through the night and your almost two-year-old wakes up crying inconsolably (because she has to go potty but doesn’t want to)—and wakes up your two-month-old.
• When you have just finally gotten down to a schedule and routine that works well for everyone—and then the time changes.
• When the morning’s task of vacuuming and mopping the floor takes three times as long because first the too-tired toddler needs to pick up her toys, which means one-on-one training time about how to pick up one’s toys obediently, which means the floor does not get mopped before Daddy gets home for lunch!
• When the day you decide to can salsa is the day no one wants to take a nap (except for you).
• When just 48 hours after you paid to wash the car, there are not only muddy kitty prints all over it, but cat hair stuck in the muddy kitty prints!

It’s either blog [read: laugh] about it or cry about it.  Today I choose to blog.

(What was your latest laugh/blog or cry moment?)