Hey, Friends. This is a picture of Charlie eating pizza back when he had hair.

I’m going to just be honest with you. I’ve got writer’s block. I actually cleaned my kitchen this morning as a form of blogging-procrastination. I don’t think there’s anything in my brain right now that can inspire a full blog-post out of me, but I think there are some things that will at least draw out a paragraph or two.

1. Crappy Weather
Was anybody else just scared crapless on Saturday? I sure was. Some of you have known me long enough to remember how I would run bawling to my mom’s 5th grade classroom whenever there was bad weather . . . no matter how hard my Kindergarten teacher tried to keep me there. It’s possible that I may have continued that tradition on into my high school years. I don’t remember if I actually went to my mom’s room when I was a teenager . . . but I was definitely bawling, I can tell you that right now. Here’s some weather math for you:

Lauren + Husband + Son = Even more terrified than she was when she only had her parents and sister to worry about.

So you can imagine how mindblown I am to find out that people are actually blaming the local meteorologists for causing an uproar and making them interrupt their daily activities with weather precautions. People are mad because their cities didn’t get ripped apart and destroyed.
I could go on and on about how ridiculous this is (hey, woudja look at that? I think my writer’s block is dissipating!), but it would probably get obnoxious. I’ll just say this: Entire cities spent the day preparing themselves for the worst. This means more people have emergency plans, stocked emergency kits, and a better awareness of the fact that this isstorm season. If you can find a reason to be angry about that, then I applaud you. I applaud you with one of those slow claps that makes everyone feel awkward.

2. I’m sorry . . . Mommy War? Did you say “Mommy War?”

Apparently, folks, moms are battling one another. Some lady who is politically important or something mentioned that Mitt Romney’s wife has “Never worked a day in her life.” This, of course, has sparked a HUGE debate on the social media circuit. Is the debate about politics? About proper media etiquette? Nope. It’s between Working Moms and Stay at Home Moms. Who’s better? Who cares more about their children?

This “war” is just ridiculous. I don’t care at all about Mitt Romney or his wife or the woman who’s mad at them. I care that the mom community has actually let something like this pit them against each other. Isn’t this the 21st century? Do we really think that we can judge a person’s motherly love based on the decisions they make in order to do specifically what’s right for their families?

I choose to stay at home with Charlie. I have my reasons. One of my best friends in the whole world just finished her maternity leave and has gone back to work. She has her reasons. Do I think she’s making the wrong decision?

Let me think about this one . . . no.

Her family’s situation is not my family’s situation. Her career is not my career. Her baby is not my baby. But, really, does any of that matter? I know that she loves her kid like crazy.I know that she would do anything to provide a good life for her child. That’s what matters.

So, hey moms, do we really want the world to think we can be so easily manipulated by politicians trying to make us pick sides?

I’m voting “no” on that one.

(I apologize for any political talk that happened in this post. I don’t know what came over me. Also, I think I’ve gotten rid of my writer’s block . . . so that’s pretty sweet. 🙂 )