So I went to the grocery store and....

“Why do you want to blog?” Christian asked me yesterday.

This was after I had blown all of Silas’s nap creating a blogger account. This blogger account! The truth is, blogging seems like a great way to avoid other things I would rather not do. You know, things like Cloroxing toilets and matching socks from the dryer and organizing the drawer full of “ideas” I have obsessively ripped from magazines because, someday, I really will make those Pickled Hot Cherry Peppers over Creamy Burrata Cheese from page 116. However, this didn’t seem like an appropriate response to the man who has graciously agreed to support me during this year of optional child-rearing leave. I mean, really…aren’t I obligated to at least pretend that I’m doing something productive with my time?

“Because it seems fun,” I responded.

So here I am, blogging. This first post is extremely awkward. I mean, really…how does one start a blog? I have apparently chosen to start mine by overthinking the process. Shocking, some would say. But, if I don’t start with this awkward post, I probably would never start at all.

This is an experiment for me, so please bear with me. While I hope to blog about events in my life and the lives of those around me, my only goal is to avoid being a blogger who overblogs about her life. You know what I mean, right? Electronic page upon page of mundane accounts of daily activities – the “we went to the grocery store to get the BOGO Arm & Hammer Detergent special from the Sunday paper and they were already SOLD OUT!!!” type stuff. Of course, that really did happen to me last week, but I won’t tell you about it here. Well, except for the fact that I just did, but that was just for example purposes. It won’t happen again.