Tim came home from work on Wednesday and, out of the blue, announced, "Hey sweetie, I read your blog today".
Before I could respond, I got down on the floor on my hands and knees to try and locate my eyeballs since they had exploded violently from within their sockets, out of nothing other than pure shock.
You see, and I might have mentioned this before, Tim doesn't read my blog. NEVER. Not in all the 3.5 years I've been writing.
I mean, I've read him a couple posts here and there and of course he's added a few one-liners to some of my more memorable ones.
But, for the most part, he's shown no interest in it. In his own words..."why would I want to read all the crap you write about me?"
Well, first of all, it's NOT crap....second of all, I do it out of love. Or maybe frustration. I get those two emotions confused sometimes.
So back to his reading my blog....once I could pinpoint where my eyeballs had rolled off to and pushed them back into their available sockets, I asked, "You did? Really?"
He responded, "Yeah, I read the post about the one thing you're good at. It came up on my messenger update and the title caught my eye so I decided to read it. I had no idea it was going to be about puke."
"Do you even remember Puke-Fest 2005?" I challenged.
He laughed and said, "Surprisingly, I do!"
Then he added, "I still don't get why you have so many followers. I just don't understand this whole blogging thing. Why would people want to read about a total stranger's daily life activities?"
There was really no simple way to describe it. For someone who doesn't blog and has no interest in it whatsoever, there's no way he could possibly begin to understand my passion and desire for blogging.
I tried my best to explain, "Well, I suppose readers must like what I have to say. People can relate to it, especially other mothers. For some of us, it's our only connection to the outside world for days at a time."
"So," I continued, "are you really saying you have no clue why someone would find my life interesting or entertaining?"
Tim rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated with my attempt to put words in his mouth...even though he had said as much just a few moments ago, hadn't he?
He affirmed, "No, sweetie...actually, I have to say, I was impressed with your writing."
I quickly brought my hands up to my eyes to prevent them from springing free from their sockets once again.
Two huge shocks...first, him reading my blog and second, him being impressed with my writing...in a matter of only a few minutes was more than my poor body was used to.
"Seriously?" I asked, my voice dripping with excitement.
"Yeah," he maintained. "You write really well. I was definitely blown away."
And just as I was about to thank him for the unexpected but much appreciated compliment, he reiterated, "I still don't understand, though, why you have so many followers...."
Yeah, thanks....I think?
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