You know how sometimes your eight year old comes up to you, and tells you something that happened at school, and she is just in fits of laughter because it was so funny? And you can kind of see how maybe someone holding a finger to her nose could be mildly amusing if you’re eight, and you were there at the time?
Well there is a good chance this blog will be like that story.
I have recently discovered to joy of Twitter. Bizarre because at the start of the year I was anti-Facebook, and Twitter seemed like a giant waste of time.
But in a determined effort to conquer technology, and social media, and also promote my blog, I succumbed to the pressure, and lo, and behold, a beautiful world has opened up to me.
It’s not all about getting on and saying, ‘hey, I just had a sandwich,’ though it does start like that. Before you know it, you have people following you, (the more random, the more highly addictive I think), and people starting tweeting back, and suddenly you’re having a conversation, and making friends, and counting down the hours until the kids are in bed, and maybe your husband will let you go talk to them.
But the thing is, sometimes he doesn’t let you. Or rather, he, for whatever crazy reason, wants to spend time with you. (He is pretty wonderful like that.) So you put down the phone, and talk to the real people, while secretly wondering what you are missing.
Now I’m not proud of it, but last night, after my allotted Twitter/Blogging time had finished, there was still more I had to do. I had been tweeting, whilst I should have been reading blogs. So once the Boatman was asleep, (or near enough,) I snuck into the toilet with my iPhone to catch up.
Feeling completely ridiculous, and a lot more like a naughty school girl than a twenty (mumble) mother of four, I left a comment on This post by Daisy, telling her where I was reading from. (At least she got a comment; Gemma missed out cause I was on the iPhone).
After sneaking back into bed, two blogs later (just in case he was still awake,) I could hear the bing bongs of Twitter, as my bathroom antics went online. Dear Mrs Nutshell wanted pictures of the #looblogger, among other things.
If this was an isolated incident, I might have left it there.
But it wasn’t. Because two nights earlier, Lil, Kellie and I, had been discussing #looblogging as well. It seems that the toilet is the seat of choice when it comes to reading, and commenting on people’s blogs. And let’s be honest bloggers, the more friends you make, the more you blogs have to read.
But more than that, we are talking about a collection of women here who spend their days surrounded by small children. We know all the words to the Dora theme song, we can tell you the names of everyone In The Night Garden, and we wait joyfully for 3:59 every afternoon, when Mrs Nutshell allows us to pour a wine.
In other words: we are easily amused.
Which brings with itself another problem. When you’re easily amused, and you have four or five people cracking you up with comments like ‘oh that’s hard! If no balls are coming back head for the top shelf cherry explosion,’ (?) and you also have had a couple of kids weaken parts of your body, that you really need strength in…well #loobloggers, has a very practical meaning.
Particularly when PMSL is an accurate description of what has just happened.
Hence, the birth of #loobloggersanonymous. A collection of blogging mummy’s whose pelvic floor muscles are not what they should be, and who are unashamed to admit that sometimes they tinkle while they blog.
If this sums you up, grab the button and display it proudly on your blog. And then come jump on twitter with DaisyRooand Two, How to Go Left, The Good the Bad and the Unnecessary, My Big Nutshell and I, and join in the crazy antics! But be prepared. If you’re not on the toilet you might need a maxi pad; there is a good reason we are all #loobloggers.
PS. I realize that this post may qualify me for the loony bin, but if you read my last post you would know that PND makes somedays hard. Today was one of those days. But these ladies and our crazy button making fun has lifted my spirit, and caused me to laugh. And anything that does that, is a good thing in my book. Thanks girls! Mwah!