The Homework Blogs

I don’t want to complain (well, not too much anyway), but writing a blog every day is a lot of work. Obviously I knew that when I started this blogging business.  What I didn’t know was what the effect of all this homework would be.

Let me explain.

Last night, as I was getting ready to post, I showed my blog to my husband.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“Well...” he began. “Do you really want to post that?”

“What’s wrong with it?” I demanded in a voice that wasn’t quite my own.

Because suddenly I wasn’t sounding like a woman turning 60 in 50 days. I was sounding more like one of my 3^rd or maybe 5^th graders. 

 “It’s a little weak,” he said.

“No, it’s not. It’s fine,” I said. It was then that my foot began stomping, all on its own.          “Fine?” he said. “Don’t you think your readers expect more than fine?”

 “But I worked hard in school all day,” I whined. “Then I went to yoga, and I came home and had to walk the dog and make dinner. I’m tired.”

“I just think you can do better,” he said. “Your readers don’t want to read a pointless blog about yoga.”

He might as well have said, “Don’t you want to get an A? How are you ever going to get into a good college if you don’t push yourself a little harder?

If I had printed out the piece, I’m sure I would have crumpled it at that point. And then he would have been forced to take away my cellphone for two weeks. Instead some version of my usual self reasserted itself, and I began a new blog about politics, the one I posted instead.

Funny, isn’t it? Here I am, blogging about turning 60, and instead I’m feeling like a kid again.

Meanwhile I didn’t get a grade for last night’s blog – or any of them, for that matter. So I’m asking you … Would you rather read about politics or something as pointless as yoga or homework?