Some people blog everyday.
Some people blog every other day.
Some people blog once a week.
Then there is me. I blog whenever the heck I feel like it.
Its not that I don’t care about my loyal blog readers (yes, all 4 of them (: ) Its just that I don’t really do much, and my thoughts tend to verge on obsessive. Since no one cares that I took a shower this morning and then went to work, came home, ate pasta, and wasted my entire evening on the Internet, I don’t have much to say. I am fairly sure that most people do not want to hear about my menstrual cycle on a daily basis (cycle day 14, 6 days past ovulation, and hopefully in the middle of an implantation dip, but I’m trying not to get my hopes up, in case you were wondering), but when you have been trying to have a baby for 3 years, its kind of a main focus.
I got peed on at work today.
Don’t worry, I’m not some weird fetish hooker or something, I baby-sit for an 11 month old and although her diaper wasn’t very full, it somehow ended up leaking. So I walked around in a blanket for an hour while I washed my pants. That would have been awkward if the parents had came home.
See, that’s why I can’t blog everyday. The most interesting thing that happened to me today was getting urinated on. Which is gross.
I think I am going to make some popcorn now.