Nina Is Losing It: A (Pandemic) Parenting Blog

Nina is losing it:

a (pandemic) parenting blog

Hello, it’s me.

Don’t call it a comeback — that’s way too much pressure

Once upon a very long time ago, I was a semi-professional writer. Or, a part-time one. Or an arguably professional writer with an inferiority complex. I did some other stuff, too! Not to brag, but intellectual function was generally at an above-average frequency.

Then I had some kids, decided to become a stay-at-home mom, and it all kind of shut down. Beep boop. Boop. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep. That’s the sound a person’s brain makes when it slowly ceases operations and becomes a cloudy, sponge-like substance used mainly for knowledge pertaining to child safety, yogurt inventory, and creative conflict-resolution (I only hit him because he kicked me after I pushed him down the stairs but he asked me to do it!). But that’s only a small part of it. You see, it’s difficult to have deep, uninterrupted, intellectual musings when the majority of the grey matter is actually devoted to every irritating earworm that has ever been created under the category of “children’s music.”

Yadda yadda yadda . . . global pandemic. Hey-yo! What’s that tickle in my ear? Is it the theme song to the latest Netflix show I’ve allowed my kids to binge watch over the past 14 hours? No, I think that’s a  . . . that’s a think. Wait, I know this. That’s not right. It’s a thought! Oh wow, it’s a bunch of them.

So here I am again, taking this opportunity of both time and subject matter to relaunch my blog. Putting myself out there. Here I am! Way out there. Woooooooowee. Wait, do people still write blogs? Do people still read blogs? I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE. My husband says I should start a podcast instead. But the sound of my own voice makes me want to put my head through the shower door, so it’s this or nothing.

Some of what I write will be about my kids. Some will be about parenting. Some of it won’t be about children or parenting at all. Some will hopefully be helpful, some will be silly, some might be kind of a downer. (It would be weird if it wasn’t, right?) As always, I strive to hit a pitch of humor and general keeping-it-realness.

Read and share, read and don’t share, never read me again, but whatever you do don’t troll me because I’m far too fragile.