Because diaper changing isn’t under NDA

Feb 11, 2013

#Life#Working Mom

I first started blogging way way back in 2003, when I was pregnant and finishing my graduate degree, when I was a new mom and completely postpartum, when people used to say, “How on earth do you do it all AND keep up a blog?” People don’t say that to me anymore. It’s become obvious: I don’t.

I’ve been staring at my blog lately wondering if it’s going to speak to me. I sort of kick it around, poke at it, see if it’s still breathing. I’m a curious bystander in my own life these days. It’s not that I don’t write anymore, because I do. A lot. I have pages and pages of blog posts and love notes and ideas written in my notebook on my laptop.

These ideas are now mostly shared with a very tiny select group of people: Namely those who live in my head. Every so often I venture to hand one or two to a loved one but most often the half written prose sit idly waiting for me to return from That Thing I Do Eight To Nine Hours A Day In The Office.

I think it’s called work.

The ironic thing? I like that Work. I could write pages and articles about that thing that I do. I could delve in to discussions about app development, front end standards, managing motherhood and sanity and travel and mid-life crises and bosses. But I can’t. Those parts of my day that I’m legally able to share get pulled in the rip-tide of life and those accomplishments and stories that I crave to write are sealed under “NON DISCLOSURE AGREEMENTS” and privacy laws and google’s ever-watching (and caching) eyes.

In other news: I’ll keep sitting next to this blog in the ICU while it waits in its comma. One day she’ll wake up again. I promise to be here when she does. Will you?

Mrs. Flinger


  1. Of course.

    By amandamagee on 2013 02 11

  2. no

    By nope on 2013 02 11

  3. I’m ok with some random dick being stupid, but that you came from my actual friend’s blog¬†http://comstockfamily4.blogspo… makes me even less enthusiastic about ever starting to write again. So thanks for showing me who the people I can count on to be supportive.¬†

    By Leslie Flinger on 2013 02 12

  4. I will!

    By Kimb on 2013 02 12

  5. You’re a fuck tard. Just so you know.

    By Kimb on 2013 02 12

  6. mosdef!

    By Chantal on 2013 02 12

  7. *stakes claim in corner, attempts to open lawn chair, nearly decapitating self, throws lawn chair (gently) aside, makes self comfortable on floor, pours glass of wine* Yep!

    By Liz@thisfullhouse on 2013 02 12