It’s NaBloPoMo time, y’all! What the heck is that, you say? NaBloPoMo is short for National Blog Posting Month. It’s a month where thousands of bloggers commit to post DAILY for whatever reason. My personal reason? I need a kick in the pants. I need to get in the habit of finding time every single day to sit down and write. It’s the only way to get better at it, keep growing this blog, and frankly, carve out some time for me. I feel better when I do that.
I’m not going to lie, this is going to be very difficult. Today is day one. It’s 11:20 at night and today has been awful. I’m far away from a loved one going through a really rough time. I want to be there with her. Not here. Perhaps sensing my frustrating and preoccupation with this, Jack was a total handful today. He refused to give it up and go to sleep until almost 11. So here I am typing furiously trying to make a midnight deadline.
Once a day. I will post once a day for one month.
I plan to carry on with the blog commitments I already have. Lots of fun holiday stuff is coming down the pipeline and I hope to share it with you. I’ll mix it up with stories of no sleep and maybe I’ll dare to give you a peek into the NYC preschool application process (sheer madness I’m telling you…seriously, if I blog about it we might get blacklisted). I’m going to use the daily writing prompts from BlogHer when I’ve got nothing else brewing. Some of them seem really fun – hey maybe we can blog old school for a bit!
So let’s kick it off with today’s prompt: “If you found one million dollars in the morning and had to spend it by nightfall, what would you do with the money?”
This is where I reveal just how boring parenthood has made me. My first thought on reading that was “Oh My GOD can you buy an apartment in one day in New York????” Because I would spend every last penny of that million on a new home. And it would probably still only have one bathroom. NYC I LOVE YOUR CRAZY REAL ESTATE! The answer is no though, I seriously cannot imagine that it’s possible. I once owned an apartment here with my ex-husband and still have nightmares about the closing process. We’re talking months here. MONTHS. I lived on Tums and saltine crackers.
In the end I think I’d hire a babysitter for the day and after I bought some stock or cd’s or whatever I could get my hands on with that million, I would go to a hotel and take a giant nap. Then I’d call a real estate agent in the morning and pray my investments would hold.
I knew renting and parenthood were driving me crazy, but I don’t know if I realized how much. I rarely read home decorating/improvement magazines anymore and that used to be my favorite lazy day treat. It’s just no fun when your walls have to be beige and you’re stuck with the standard model range and refrigerator. I hate knowing that this isn’t really where Jack will grow up – the rent goes up every year and the turnover is high. It just isn’t the type of place you stay forever. It’s a rental. Don’t get me wrong, it’s lovely and safe and we’ve had some great times here, but I long for roots. I dream of color on the walls and a spot to mark my little boy’s height every year.
So yeah… that’s the oh so thrilling way I’d spend that surprise million. No shopping trips, no spa pampering, no plane tickets to Paris. I’d buy home.
Your turn now, what would you do with a million and one day to spend it? (and while you’re at it, join NaBloPoMo!)