blogging in an abyss

I keep trying to think of an interesting theme for my blogs. Should I take a year to grow a business or a plant? Maybe I should build a house or at least keep the house I have upright? I think of all my followers, the movie about me and of course the dollars that would come rolling in.
Then I check and yes still there is not one person in the whole world following my blog and I assume there is no one but me reading this.

the truth is I kinda like it like that. I was the kid that never kept a diary because I was always afraid someone would read it.

I'm not sure how I would feel if i knew there were thousand, ok hundereds ok someone reading about me online.
Twitter I get- a few words I can monitor. Facebook - well that is just fun.
but a blog.
Not sure how I would feel about that.
I've been doing this for a while now. Not often and not consitantly - just when the mood strikes.
I liek it - the slight chance I might get 'caught' with the safe knowledge I probably won't

Really who expects perfect?

Just read an article about alcoholic moms. While I do see the connection and honestly can see how easy it is to slip down that path, their reason's seem so stepford wivesish. The article said the moms started drinking because it was so stressful keeping up with PTA and thier kid's activities and trying to be perfect. The article went on to discuss the increase in 'mom stress' in toady's society and I just thought "What the!?" (yes I am qouting Sponge Bob)

My husband might call bullshit on this one, but really who cares what other moms think. With both kids in public school now, I am full force PTA mom. All I can say is the more involved I get, the more ridiculous it all seems. I can honestly say that I will never be that perfect to be in charge of ten activites and have home made cookies and a clean house, perfect little dinner on the table, kids excelling in all aspects of their lives and .....who really cares.

My house is clean enough, we eat healthy enough, and I do what I can. My seven year is a tough critic and his approval is hard enough to get.

The best part is the other moms who feel the way I do are the cool moms. So not only do I get to let all of that go, but i get to let go hanging out with cool moms and we can have a glass of wine because its 5:00 on a Friday and after a long week we just want one.