Once my son started first grade, everyone started asking me if I was going to write again.  You see, in my former life, I was a writer.  (I know this because I have some books on my shelf with my name on the spine.  You can buy a used one of them for a penny from hundreds of Amazon sellers right this minute, in fact.)

Anyway, the question usually goes something like this: “What are you doing now? Are you writing again?”  This question embarrasses me in some way, not because I’m not writing (I’m not) or because I have no interest in writing the same kind of book I wrote before (I don’t) or because, God knows, I’m not doing anything (I am).  It’s because I don’t know what I do all day.  I could write it down, I suppose, but it would be like Ambien on a page.  Here’s a sample:

• 8:10:00 am: Pick up socks from bathroom floor
• 8:10:02 am: Put them in hamper
• 8:10:05 am: Hang bathmat
• 8:10:10 am: Put toothbrushes where they go
• 8:10:20 am: Wipe down bathroom counter and wonder what they do in here to get water all over the counter

Blah, blah, blah, blah, BLAH!  It goes on like that all day. Walk to school, walk back, feed cats, fed fish, sort laundry, start laundry, empty dishwasher, fill dishwasher, eat, gather drycleaning and drive ridiculously far to drop it off (when you love your drycleaner like I love my drycleaner, you’ll drive past 20 inferior drycleaners to get to her, too), go to farmer’s market, go to Trader Joe’s, go to Whole Foods, put away groceries, make doctors appointment, water garden, make beds, workout, pick up kid, go home and feed him a snack, coax him into his karate clothes, drive to karate …

All I’m saying is that this makes for very bad cocktail party conversation.  Most of the husbands in my circle don’t even ask anymore.  *sigh*

I forgot why I was saying all this.  I guess I must be justifying this blog … or maybe I’m justifying my life.  My charmed, happy, incredible (and wholly unremarkable) life.

And seriously, who cares what I do all day?  After all, what’s better than this:

Life is good ...

Or this:

Really good ...

Maybe I should just shut up …