I go in phases with pictures. Some weeks they’re plentiful and other times I ABSOLUTELY WILL NOT TAKE ANY PICTURES BECAUSE IT’S TOO MUCH WORK.
During the camera bearing weeks, I always struggle with what to do with all the photo files. Usually I decide between one of three things:
A) Post them online (blog/facebook/instagram).
B) Send them to my mom.
or C) Let them disappear into the vortex of my computer.
Option A is great as it satisfies my need to share, yet it often leaves me feeling annoyed with myself. Option B is okay too, although I’m pretty sure my mom still doesn’t know how to open attachments. Option C is the laziest, but that’s okay because I also buy pre-grated carrots so obviously I’m not embarrassed about being lazy.
Here’s the thing, anytime I’m writing a blog post I ask myself, “Would I want to read that?” And when it comes to pictures of my kid, I know it’s not interesting unless maybe you know me. And I say “maybe” because even those who know me are probably sick of seeing overabundant proof that I have a child and a camera.
Roughly 10% of my readers are people who “know me.” You know, friends, family, acquaintances, ex-coworkers. Obviously knowing someone is a very subjective spectrum. Regardless, this Saturday post is really only for those who aren’t tired of seeing pictures of this kid. If you make it until the end, consider yourself family.
Have a great weekend.
You made it this far? Here is your reward:
Late Night Conversation With A Dream Crusher
Me: Are you asleep?
Me: Do you need something to think about to help you fall asleep? Lately I’ve been thinking about if we won a free, solar powered RV.
Me: Did you hear me?
Me: A free solar powered RV! It would be so amazing.
Austin: If we get a free, solar powered RV, we’re selling it.
Austin: If we won a solar powered RV, we would sell it.
Me: We’re not selling it.
Me: I do worry about where we’re going to keep it. Can we park it on our street?
Me: What about Amber and Jason’s barn? We’ll just keep it there.
Austin: We’re not keeping our brand new, solar powered RV in an old barn.
Me: Your parents house?
Austin: They don’t have room.
Me: Yeah, we’ll have to come up with something.
Austin: Like selling it? We’re not keeping the RV. We don’t need it.
Me: Over my dead body will you sell our free, solar powered RV.
Austin: If that’s what it takes. Goodnight.