An honest conversation with myself

I spent part of yesterday whining to myself about my so-called writing career, how my blog doesn't get as many hits as I'd like and how much better everyone else's blog is. I was feeling a little down in the dumps and then Ellen came home from school. I was running here and there between computer and dinner and children she started crying. "You never have time for me." So I dropped everything and colored Franklin for as long as I could, until the smell of burning chicken wafted its way over to me.
Today I was revisiting those same crummy feelings that I had about blogging, weighing in what I have, what I wish I had, my upcoming MWLM column (I'm calling it a "must read!") my kids, etc. and then, at school pickup, the principal stopped me.
"Can you keep a secret? Your little girl is citizen of the month!"
Blogging, smogging. I must be doing a good job as a mommy.
So one day next week, the mayor and the police chief of Orrville are going to come to our house and pick up Ellen in a police car. When she gets to school, the entire student body will be waiting for her. They'll announce her and everyone stands up and cheer.
I, of course, get to be there too. And yes, I will be crying my eyes out. (I've already been blubbering all afternoon.)
Also next week she'll make her debut as the star of her first grade musical, "The Cheese Stands Alone," where she will be playing the part of the cheese.
I'm just so proud of her. Makes all of these feelings about blogging seem so insignificant.

And with that, I close this computer and happily head into the woods with six tiny feet in my wake.