I lost a blog post. Like, my first significant blog post. Gone. Forever. Deleted when I broke my blog (I still don’t know how that happened), and not saved to my hard drive, for some mysterious reason.

I can remember some of the words, some of the hilarity, some of the pain. It goes something like this.

I’m a freak and my kid knows it; expects it. I am an organized, disorganized mess. I have a lot of grand plans and most of the time I am so caught up in them that I cannot get it together enough to do the super-simple mommy no-brainers. So I fail. Epically. Except it was funnier than that. And now it’s gone. The embarrassing mom moment, from which I learned a lesson and hoped others could to, is gone forever.

And so that is why when I realized I had lost the post I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart with a white-hot dagger.

I am sure it seems dramatic to some, and I’m having a hard time finding the words to express the kind of sadness I felt and why. All I know is there is a small piece of my soul that is lost to the cyber goddesses of cyber space. I guess I just need to leave it at that and not obsess about it. It is how it is supposed to be. I will take heart in knowing I’m not the first and I certainly won’t be the last person this has happened to.

And I have learned yet another lesson.

SAVE YOUR DAMN WORK!