Welcome welcome, one and all.... holy shit! A crow just landed in my back yard and I swear it's the size of a goat. I think it's burying a body in my garden. WTF? Sorry. I'm going to stop looking at it and hope it goes away. Where was I? Right. He Blogs/She Blogs-new shows on a different night!
In case you'd forgotten, or care, Petra and I decided to change up days for HBSB for awhile so now we're on Thursdays. Why? BECAUSE WE CAN!!! Muah ha ha ha haaaa *cough cough... meh* Ok, maybe I should get on with this. So, you send in the questions, Petra and I answer. Well, Petra mostly answers. I just bang on the keyboard like a monkey and publish whatever comes out. Onwards!
Here's a question, and it is a boring one, so I would understand if you and Petra just rolled your eyes (collectively) and ignored it, but
How do you manage blog time in between family time? Or put another way, how do you prevent blogging and commenting etc from infringing on quality family time? I ask because it can be difficult at times.
Mr. Stoneskin, this is far from a boring question at all. In fact, it's one that I struggle with every day. Blogging can and does eat up a lot of time and managing it is a struggle. I love getting comments, who doesn't? I went for a long time before I started getting them regularly so I feel... I don't know if obligated is the right word, but I feel like I need to answer everyone who comments. Problem is, more comments, more time it takes to go back to everybody's site and answer. And that's on top of all the sites I usually visit. Squeezing all of that into the daily schedule doesn't always work with two little boys who demand my attention all of the time.
How do I manage my blog time? Not very well, but I'm open to any ideas you've got.
Blogging Mama Andrea said...
You said you hadn't gotten any questions yet so I'll toss you one.
In the middle of the night the baby cries. Do men truly not hear it or do they just pretend not to so they don't have to get up?
Huh? What? BMA, your words are hurtful. I have the senses of a ninja when it comes to my sleeping children. Luckily they're getting old enough that they don't wake up as much as they used to, but when they do I'm a blur of adrenalin. I'm in their rooms before I'm even awake. In fact, I'm constantly amazed by my semi-conscious ability to make it to their rooms without stubbing my toes and shins or bouncing off walls. I'm not that agile in the middle of the day. Now, that said, I will admit to letting Supreme Leader deal with it if she has stirred first. She may comment on this later, but ignore her. She's probably been drinking.
Smarty Pants Rants said...
So, i get the "no sex with shoes" thing, but what is it ABOUT shoes, particularly the FM pumps that gets a man going? is it the fragility they impose on a woman and her ability to get away, the look of the leg, or is it, like it is for me, simply the shoe? As a woman, perhaps distantly related to Carrie Bradshaw from Sex in the City, the right pair of shoes can do wonders for my libido.
I've never really understood the shoe thing. I mean, sure if it works with an outfit, but being turned on by them? Not so much. They're just high heels. Now, if we're talking those knee high boots? GOODGODYES! I so hope those don't go out of style any time soon.
Sprite's Keeper said...
Hm, I think I have a question! When I become ill, I just plug on about my day and try to silence the symptoms as best I can. When the husband gets sick, he announces every little twinge he feels. What is he looking for, soup or sympathy?
Wait? Could I get soup and sympathy at the same time? Guess I haven't been bitching enough. You know, us men get beaten down constantly for not sharing our feelings and talking and blah-dee-blah, but when we want to share our pain and suffering with you what happens? Accusations of "man-cold" and other less flattering names. All we want is a shoulder to wipe our noses on and someone to find the remote for us.
As always, please pop over to Petra's and see her coherent take on these questions. I should probably blather on a bit more about something, but even though I started this out earlier in the day it's now after 11pm and I'm tired. I'll blame everyone I was on Twitter with. If they'd only shut up and stop tweeting I could have been done a long time ago.
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