I am a blogging mom of three who sums up her chaotic days with humorous rants in between cleaning peanut butter off the ceiling fan and keeping my youngest occupied in the lazy Susan.
Put your feet up and laugh at me. My neighbors do!
So, I am sure you are intrigued by the title! And that's what I am gonna tell you about today.
I got an email from BlogHer saying that due to a new regulation, I cannot run contests and reviews next to their ads that I am getting paid for having on my blog. I TOTALLY get that and must have overlooked that on their latest UPDATES.
So, I chatted with Laura (a totally awesome gal) and we figured out the best way to handle the current post for the contest I am running. Neither she NOR I wanted to delete that post and cheat those of you who entered out of your entry so we came up with an idea.
I promised Miss Laura that I would jump right into the new project as soon as I laid my youngest down for his nap.
1:00 came...."Oh, Izaaaaaaaaaiiiaaaaaaaaah....nappy nap time!"
"I love you."
I cop a squat in front of my laptop and start creating...at this rate I will have 10 blogs by the time next year rolls around, but anyway.......
Dum, dum, dah....Announcing the new SANITY'S REVIEW!
This is where I will review entertainment, media, products and places. All with the main theme of THINGS that will either KEEP your SANITY or make you LOSE it!
And, while my brain churned and my fingers flew across the keys to rectify my "oops" on THIS blog, my little man had gently climbed out of his crib, tip toed into his sisters room, pulled EVERY article of clothing she owns out of her closet and was having a fashion show when I walked in.
(Now, this is the after-I-ran-back-downstairs-to-get-the-camera photo.) When I walked in, he had the striped shirt over his head, pink undies, argyle socks and was peeking out the armhole with an "OHCRAPSHECAUGHTME" look.
So, Laura, thanks for your help. When can I expect you and your clean-up crew?
Just kidding, it is not Laura's fault that when I get into something artsy I can't hear a DAG GONE thing!
He finally went to sleep at 2:30.