Thursday, July 14, 2011

Mommy Blogging

So, yeah, I'm unemployed. When I was a grad student, that wasn't so scary. With two six month old babies, a mortgage, a car-seat friendly car (Nissan Cube, not a mini-van ... yet), this is scary.

I loved special ed and hated it.
I talked too much about what I'd like to do. Someone said "You think with your mouth." Yeah, I do. But in the end, budget cutbacks got me.

I do have a degree in creative writing. I should try to write, bring in some income. But trying to write with the twins around is ridiculous. Trying to shower, brush my teeth, clean the litter box, etc. with the twins around is ridiculous.

If I do find a way to make it work, I've been thinking about blogging. Mommy blogging is big big business. Most mommy blogs are really thinly-veiled advertisement sites anymore, where a company sends a product to the blogger and she reviews it, maybe gives away an extra product. Most of the time, you enter into symbiotic relationships with companies where you get a bonus product for mentioning them on your blog or adding a link to them. Add in some stories about the life of a mom and you have a hobby that gets you free stuff.

I need free stuff. Thank god for free stuff. 6 months later and I feel like my babies are still living off the generosity of family and friends and several big-ass baby showers. I subscribe to all the bargain sites but a wonderful organic onsie for half off is still more expensive than Walmart, garage sale, or hand me down onsies. All those sites really do is make me want stuff we're fine without.

Still, there's a certain amount of prostitution if I go the mommy blogger route. I shouldn't feel bad but I do. Twice now, I've won prizes by entering in facebook contests like "Why do you need this carseat?" and "What's your proudest parenting moment?" I've been truthful but it feels dishonest. Dishonest to the tune of $350 worth of prizes, though. (Oh yeah)

But then again, I'm pretty enthusiastic about products that work for me. That's what love about AT -- I think I even have done some posts on here about how certain products make life with rheumatoid arthritis easier. Will it be all that different if I post a few things about life parenting twins with rheumatoid arthritis? Will it change things if I send an email to the manufacturers of, say, the Baby Ktan and tell them how awesome their product has been? Or what if I -don't- like a product?

And also, there's the exploitation factor. My babies are the most exploited babies on facebook ever. I updated my status by the minute through most of my pregnancy and bedrest out of boredom and now as I raise them, out of just appreciation of how absurd and funny and wonderful and upside down my life with them is. But facebook is a somewhat controlled friends-only place. Do I really want my babies to know I joked about punting them like a football when they were fussy and wrapped in swaddles that made them beautifully football-shaped? Do I want them to know about the happy dance I did when my babysitter came back from vacation?

But, well, mommy needs money. Or at least free products. And mommy needs to write.

P.S. Not sponsored by Baby K'tan. Yet.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

6 months later

Haven't posted in a while. The reasons, hopefully, are obvious.

I'll give you a glimpse of my life right now. I'm sprawled across a play area in our living room that we've created by putting down two blankets and those rubber play mat thingys. I'm on my stomach, on my netbook. Immediately to my right is a bouncy chair where my 6 month old daughter O is happily kicking at the dangling Winnie-the-Pooh toys, although she should be napping. Sprawled out on his back next to her is D, her brother (younger by 3 minutes). He has a binkie in his and is dead asleep -- although less than a minute or so ago, he was wailing in frustration because he wants to crawl and get at toys and he can't.

She won't nap until I rock her to sleep. At that point, he'll be awake. And I think one has a nasty diaper to change. Afraid to disturb the universe to check.

The house looks as if it's been hit by a nasty bib-bottle-baby toy tornado.

I am unemployed. Looking for work for the next school year but if I don't find any by the end of July, I will have to give up the babysitter and loose our spots. (Babysitter is on vacation today).

We all are here. Not totally unscathed but close. Considering how much could have gone wrong, and how much started to go wrong, being here is a bit of a miracle.

Now, to hunt down the poop...