bad blogger, bad, bad!

I allow the baby to fall asleep while nursing and let her sleep on her Boppy on my lap. While she sleeps, I surf the internet on my conveniently located laptop (next to the couch). I Facebook stalk, catch up on the Times online. I comment, occasionally, on blogs and statuses with one free hand as my drowsy daughter holds the other one hostage. I don't protest.

Am I a bad mother for this? No. Am I a bad blogger for this? Likely. And I do feel guilty for not updating on either of my blogs.

When I think on this too much and am about to cross the bridge between being upset and being depressed I look at IPJ's blog. It makes me feel a little better when I see he hasn't written a new post in forever.

And then I think too much on this and I feel bad again, because I know he's been though alot recently and he has good reasons not to write, if he doesn't want to.

Thank goodness that pan of blondies I made this afternoon is in arms reach.