A blog on why I haven't been blogging

It's been over six weeks since I last posted to this blog. I've broken the most important rule, experts say, about blogging: Consistency. Fortunately, I am not The New York Times so I am not losing a lot of sleep about it. But it makes me wonder: when you're pulled in many different directions between work, kids, family and friends, how can one stay consistent with a blog that doesn't bring in money though it satisfies a deep underlying need to express one's innermost thoughts, ideas and concerns?

To make matters worse, I started another blog devoted to green business a couple of months back, and have only posted one blog, despite my initial enthusiasm. I'm still enthusiastic but severely strapped for time and energy because the new blog requires research and interviewing. Ouch: what was I thinking.

On one hand, this is all positive news: I am much busier with work these days. On the other hand, in my line of work (business and tech writing, tech marketing and communications) staying up-to-date with all the social media is pretty critical. If I can't handle my own stuff then perhaps that makes me look bad to the outside world.  Do the people who keep regular blogs while working, staying fit (a high priority for me) and taking care of family get less than six hours of sleep? If that's what it takes, I don't know if I am up to the task. My other problem is I don't work full-time: having 25-30 hours of week while my kids are in school to work, means that when I get busy, I'm barely keeping up with clients. Blogging? Forget about it.

Regardless, I do intend to keep doing this even if not weekly. And I've got a topic which I would love some feedback on now so I can write about it intelligently. Top of mind to me these days is the topic of stress. Why exactly do men seem to handle this better than women?

Men of the world: what are your secrets? Or are you just built this way? Please don't say the latter. I need a tip and fast. I know: I need to care less about the details of everyday life and stop trying to be a perfectionist. That's part of it. But beyond that -- when I am overwhelmed with deadlines and the never-ending miscellaneous list of things to take care of, sometimes I just shut down. Worse, I explode about stupid things to my kids or others in my life. And if the kitchen is not cleaned up before 10 AM, I get very cranky.

My husband, on the other hand, watches the Food Channel or ESPN and then stays up until midnight working. He rarely worries about or even notices the messy house, dirty kitchen, piles of laundry, bills piling up. He figures, it gets done when it gets done. That's not to say he doesn't need more sleep: he does. But he seems to care less about the ramifications of being overworked, overtired and constantly behind.

Is that the secret? Caring less? I don't know if I can do it. But I'd like someone to tell me how to whittle down on my worry gene, just a little bit. I'm afraid to discover that the answer is in fact, genetic. Men are from Mars, women are from Venus. Can I become a bit more Mars-like??

Until next time, hang tight frazzled people. Holiday downtime is almost here!!