Writer’s Block and Brain Farts

I have this little blog. A blog with a limited, though somewhat loyal set of readers. I started my blog as a means to share funny stories from the past and present, frustrations, and opinions. But mostly I started it to have a creative outlet for the crap, the mud that floats around in this pin-sized head on a daily basis. I had originally intended on posting a piece a week. A reasonable goal. And yet, the reality is that my postings are rare and can take months on end. The crap is still spinning around inside my head, but instead of producing solid material on a weekly basis my brain merely creates flatulence.  Instead, of spinning works of creative art, I sit staring at my computer wondering what in my day full of poopy diapers, potty talk, and ponies is interesting and amusing enough to not only write about but to also want to read about. In my search for subjects, I feel nothing but a vacuous hole.  I read other individual blogs and my frustration level rises, as I see others creating masterpieces about a cute look from their kid or a wacky neighbor who walks around in a pink bathrobe inside and outside of her house all day (oh, wait that’s me).  My frustration is compounded by the fact that many of these bloggers are not just mothers, and wives, but mothers and wives working outside of the home; some are juggling two or three different jobs. I juggle plenty in a day, but I am home, often on my computer or next to it, and still my pint-sized noggin refuses to produce more than a whiff or two of air. So what might be the point of this posting? I just gave myself a subject.