I've disabled comments.
I have disappointed myself over the last couple of years. I started this blog for a few reasons. One, a record of my life, for myself and for my children. Two, a cheap therapy session--journaling is good for the soul. Three, family and friends from afar could keep up with the happenings of the Farm Fresh crew.
And then, blogging somehow took on a life of its own. I discovered a whole new world out there. I found women (and one guy--hi Luke), with whom I have tons in common, who are in the same throes of raising families as I am, who understand, sympathize and commiserate.
But then, I started kind of posting to the comments. I started checking to see if I got any comments more than once a day, getting on line specifically to see if I got any comments. The narcissist in me started needing the comments.
Bad Jessica. Bad. No donut.
I'm going to see if this changes my thinking, if I can go back to blogging just for me.
