This blog doesn’t write itself, you know

GAAAAAAH!

Here it is, Sunday morning (which was one hour shorter than last Sunday morning), almost Sunday afternoon in fact, and the posts I promised are not even halfway written. I could blame Curt for being away this weekend, leaving me to play zone defense with an adult-to-child ratio that is most assuredly not in my favor.

I could blame my own version of adult-onset ADD, which finds me bouncing from task to task, starting many but finishing none.

I could blame my dirty house, because every time I sit down at the computer, some dog-hair tumbleweed or pile of crumbs or empty chip bag or dried-up sugary spill catches my eye and I am forced to clean it up before proceeding.

I could blame Facebook, and Eggbreaker in particular (try it, it’s strangely and stupidly addictive), for holding my attention during what little time I’ve managed to spend online this weekend.

I could blame my muse for up and leaving without notice and I have no idea when she’s coming back. That bitch.

I could blame the above-average temperatures this weekend, which have me throwing open the windows and running around looking for my spray tan-in-a-can because hello? SHORTS!

But those would all be smoke and mirrors, because the reality is really this: It’s the economy, stupid. Because times are tough all around, and we here at Soup Is Not A Finger Food are not immune. While we applaud all the cost-cutting measures you have diligently put into place, the fact remains that we are operating on a deficit budget, and our shareholders are not happy. While we have long viewed staff reductions as a measure of last resort, we are left with no choice but to bring our staffing in line with the reality of our budgetary constraints, and blah blah blah, blahdeblahdeblahhhhh blah blather blaaah BS blah blah, and blah…

That’s right, readers, my staff has been reduced and I am now doing the work of three. I am writing, editing, AND doing all the design work, and we’ve brought the printing in-house, and people, it’s no picnic. The director is a bottleneck.  And did I mention the temporary salary reduction?

OK, you’re right, you’re right. I’m making stuff up in a pathetic attempt to cleverly distract you from the reality that, other than changing my heading and trumpeting about it being my one-year blogiversary, I have written precious little worth reading lately. But don’t stop visiting, please? Because I AM putting together the SINAFF Clif Notes (it’s harder than I thought it would be), and I do have that chocolate review and giveaway that should be rolling out this week. So good things are coming.

10 thoughts on “This blog doesn’t write itself, you know

  1. I hate it when that bitch up and leaves. She did it to me around Christmas time and hasn’t been back.

    As a result, my “aiming to be mediocre” blog has sunk to new depths.

    Hope things slow down some for you, but spring is just about here and if your household is like mine that means a whole new sports season, exams, yard work and the never ending list of household crap.

    I”m officially depressed now.

  2. Been there, done that. Several times. Blogging is addictive, too, though and you’ll be back in the saddle again, to steal a line from Aerosmith – and Eric Cantor, of course.

  3. CBW – I always say, set your expectations low, then you’re less likely to be disappointed! But your blog seriously never disappoints me.

    Zen – I know, this too shall pass, but I’m impatient!

  4. Don’t be too hard on yourself, Soup. Coming from one who is a graduate of the June Cleaver School of Wifery, frankly I don’t know how you cover as much ground as you do. Take a deep breath (there now, isn’t that better?) and write your blog when you have more time.Certainly we (two readers) will check in every day, but we will be relieved to know you are not over-extending yourself.

  5. Mom – you are sweet to offer a timely reminder of “chill out, girl!” Truth be told, given the free time, I would rather spend it writing than cleaning up after the big fat dog. And frankly, who wouldn’t? :-)

  6. As soon as you promise a post it’s as good as dead. That’s what I’ve learned. That and ALWAYS blame your husband or Facebook :)
    Event when you feel like you aren’t saying much, you’re really saying somethin.

  7. Sounds like you need new material or at least a break from your current material…..Brunch with me and a certain Ms. Gallo will get your creative juices flowing again! Along with flowing mimosas and bloody marys:) Let the planning begin!

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