Blogging 101.

Today I did something different and interesting that had nothing to do with my children. 

And all the people said … AMEN. Finally, something else to discuss. I agree that it has been far, far too long.

I visited Nicholls State University, where my friend Laure teaches a class called “Information Technologies for Mass Communication.” She teaches other classes too, and freelances, and mothers two small boys, and volunteers her time, and always looks amazing. Don’t ask me how she does it, because hell if I know. Some kind of voodoo that I haven’t mastered yet.

She asked me to come visit her classroom to talk to her students about blogging. And I thought, really? when I got the text because I was wearing stained yoga pants and had to wipe baby slobber off my phone just so I could type out a reply. I’m a mess and I have nothing to offer anyone outside of this house. That is what I thought to myself as I quizzed her about why on Earth she would want ME OF ALL PEOPLE to come talk to her students. 

And my thoughts were partially true, I really am a mess. But the not true part was that I have nothing to offer. 

I do have something to offer.

Thankfully for everyone involved, I managed to pull myself together and look like a normal person before I showed up this morning. My brain power was at about 50 percent, but there’s nothing I can do about that until I start getting more sleep in like 5 years. 

All I managed to prepare the day before were seven very simple tips, because my children wanted to make sure I didn’t do too great of a job. Then I might get excited about being around other adults and think I need to do it more often, and that would mean I would have less time to clean pee off the floor. But really they have nothing to worry about, because chronic lack of sleep means that I blank out in the middle of thoughts a lot

I just stop talking, or trail off …

… what was I saying? Anyway. Today I felt more like myself than I have in a really long time. 

Also, college students now call me “Ma’am,” and nothing in the Junior section fits me anymore. These two things do not mean I’m old. I’m so deep in denial about being old enough for someone to call me “Ma’am” … you just don’t even know. I kept giggling and looking over my shoulder, thinking surely they weren’t referring to ME.

I know. Bless my heart.

There are plenty of people out there who are much more knowledgeable, talented, and interesting than I, so I’m grateful that I got the chance to share my thoughts with young minds today. I don’t claim to know the ins and outs of being a “blogger,” but I do know that sitting down at this computer after an evening like I just had (read: curtains were literally climbed. Husband will have to repair the damage with a drill.) centers me. I write what I know, and what I know is absolute insanity

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