In a similar vein, over the last few months, I've been (re)connecting with people on Facebook: friends from high school I haven't seen since graduation, colleagues from abandoned career paths, and various and assorted folks from other points in my life. Trying to neatly encapsulate who I am and what I've been up to has been...humbling. The least subtle of my correspondents asked (to paraphrase somewhat), "What happened to you? You used to be a serious person."
Um, yeah. Putting aside for a minute the assumption that being the primary caregiver for 2 kids is not serious work and the arguments about that assumption, I have to admit there is a lack of rigor to my life these days. The all consuming kids are a perfectly valid reason that I haven't recently read anything approaching literature or looked at the newspaper or posted on my blog--and then let's not even talk about the career repercussions.
Still, there's a certain amount of convenience to the excuse: at a certain point wanting to read the newspaper but not having the time morphs into not wanting to read the newspaper.* And believe me, friends, I have morphed.
*The newspaper is really just an example. NPR was my primary news source well before the kids were even imagined.