It’s not that I have no brainpower, exactly. And it’s not that I have no time, really.

It’s that once the kids are in bed and I sit down at the computer, I’m Worn Out. More than usual. I have no reserves left. I get Anxious. (Not about blogging, just in general.) I begin to suspect that none of my words will make an Acceptable Post. I start using Interesting Capitalization as though I’m in a Winnie-the-Pooh story.

I have conversations with myself that sound like:

ME: I know! I’ll write about [this one thing] or else maybe [this other thing]!
ALSO ME: That will never work.
ME: Why not?
ALSO ME: Just won’t.
ME: [Tries. Stops. Tries again. Deletes all.]
ALSO ME: Told you.

ME: Well, then, I could tell that one funny story about the [you know, thing].
ALSO ME: That’s not funny.
ME: I think it’s funny!
ALSO ME: No one else will think that’s funny.
ME: Is it funny?
ALSO ME: Maybe. Probably not.

ME: Well… I could… I could post a picture!
ALSO ME: Which one? There are a million and six, from this week alone.
ME: That’s not going to work! I’ll never be able to decide!
ALSO ME: This is what I’m trying to tell you.
ME: Um… Maybe… I’ll just… I’ll… uh…
ALSO ME: Give up now?
ME: Oh, look! Baby’s stirring. I’ll just read other people’s blog posts for a few minutes while I nurse him…

Then an hour later I’m admiring doll clothes, or reading book reviews and requesting stuff from the library, but I’m no closer to writing anything. (Side note to my husband, should he be reading: This is going to be one of those weeks when I send you to the library and there are seventy-five books on the hold shelf for us. Just so you know. Sorry about that! Well, sorry-ish.)

And that’s why it’s hard to blog when you have a newborn.

(But doesn’t baby Eli totally need one of those Henry or Charlie dolls? With a little button-down doll shirt? You see, my limited computer time was totally put to good use! Sort of!)