Trying to fit it all in.....

When I sit down, to try to write, I frantically type. Knowing the minutes I have until RedFish wakes up are limited. Should I pay the bills, do the dishes, eat lunch, check my email, workout or write? I can't do it all. There is never enough time. Should I proofread or spend 5 minutes thinking of something really witty to say on my blog, or should I just hit "publish" typos and all.
One thing I've been thinking about lately is how much blogs have changed people's lives. Everyday social interactions now have an additional level of irony for folks who see each other in person, but also read each others blogs.
Recently, I saw a friend who I'd not seen in years. But, I read his blog and he occasionally, at least, he reads mine. Do we acknowledge the passing of events discribed in each others blogs? Do we bother repeating the mundane details of our lives that we already described for the masses?
Once I realized what had happened, it was not only awkward, but hilarious. And how ironic that I had taken the virtual tour of his house before the real tour of his house. Heard the wonderful stories about his life and its possesions only to encounter them later for real. I'd not met his beautiful wife, but I'd browsed their online wedding album. It was described in such great detail, I felt like I'd been there.
Actually, I am thankful for getting to hear the stories first, on my own casual time, on my computer. While it is not nearly as nice as the real stories being told by the real person in real time, it is at least possible for me to hear them at all.
It was practically impossible to talk in real time thanks to RedFish who is a busy, busy boy, especially at someone else's house, who skins his knee to break up the conversation....and for our drama queen, Daisyhead Maisy, who coughs like Betty Davis to get attention.
We vowed next time we'd get together when the kids were in bed. But until then, we are the best form of birth control out there. Mr. Preschool says at the very least we did them a favor. ...The newlyweds will wait at least another 6 months before they even think of having kids again.