So, yesterday I attended my first blogger event – which was incredibly worthwhile and a lovely day all round (but more of that later in the week).
While at the event, I met some other lovely blogging mums and dads (Rosie Scribble, Café Bebe, Bringing Up Charlie, Manic Mammy, MummyMaps, Babyccino, New Mummy, Dad.ie), and there we all were, chatting as enthusiastically about our beloved blogs as we were about our beloved children.
On the flight back home, and with no children to entertain (imagine that!), I started to think about this some more and it suddenly dawned on me that my blog is like having another child. Here’s why.
- I am very proud of my blog (which I created without any male assistance might I add!)
- I am incredibly protective of my blog
- I get upset when people criticise it in some way, or suggest that it is in any way less than perfect
- I think about my blog often
- I spend a lot of time trying to make my blog look nice (tidy, pleasant to look at, not covered in unwelcome messiness)
- I miss it when I am away from it for extended periods
- I want to rush upstairs to see it when I get home
- It is one of the last things I see before I go to bed a night
Is this just me? Do I need therapy? HELP!