Feeding That Blog Beast

What animal do you think is the world title holder as the greediest of the lot? Elephant? Nah. Dinosaurs? Oh boy, they're instinct, man. Pigs?

Okay it's the polyphemus moth. This tan colored moth usually found in North America can eat 86, 000 times its own weight at birth. Go figure.

I bring this up because I'm feeling the pressure of feeding this baby blog. It has become a beast, demanding daily feedings. I go to work in the morning and it eyes me suspiciously as I leave - perhaps doubting if I'd bring home the bacon for its night feeding. Which is a correct assumption. Because I have doubts myself.

At work, I think up blog ideas. Where do I go this time for inspiration - shall I raid the family treasure trove of secrets and dirty linens? Or should I mine first my neighbors' antics?

But why bother. Why not post at my own pace, say thrice a week. The problem is that the baby's pediatrician named Mr. Analytics says every time I leave the baby at home to socialize my baby's vital signs drops dangerously low.

My parental instinct is thus challenged. True, I did not ask my baby if it wanted to be brought in this world. I did it entirely on my own. Now, I have to grin and bear it and wait for the time it becomes of age so I can leave it well enough alone. Angelina Jolie can of course take a liking to it and adopt it. But what are my freakin chances? Nada. My baby and I are not from Africa.

Am I missing something? Should I ask somebody to babysit once in a while so papa can play? How do you think I should handle my baby?