Sometimes I dream of having a blog that attracts hundreds of readers, that draws in advertising money, that becomes the conversation piece of other bloggers and moms, that wins awards at blog conferences.
Then I write a post like this one. About a purple ball in our backyard that never gets played with but sits forlornly in a corner until Hubby tosses it in my weedy flowerbed when he mows the lawn.
And I know why my blog will sit forlornly in the corner of the internet, unnoticed except by a few passing readers and of course the grandparents. Because I post about stuff like an old purple ball in our back yard. And it's okay because I'm too tired to travel to blog conferences anyway.