Should I die, this blog will serve as my son's source of virtual mama.

If I live, I won't have to repeat myself.

sigers writes fiction and nags her son in austin, texas. 

I want you to know that I'm still here.

So I know the readers are all weirded out that I haven’t posted in a while. Well, that’s the nature of nagging. Sometimes it’s a trickle, sometimes a tsunami. But I write it when I feel it.

Lately, rather than the big abstract life lessons, I’ve been ocusing on daily substantial ones that aren’t that fun to blog. Stuff like, THE FLAT SCREEN TV IS NOT A TOUCHSCREEN AND IT WILL FLATTEN YOU IF YOU CONTINUE POKING AT IT. I have also successfully stayed nonresponsive when you yell stuff like GOT-DAMMIT and WHAT THE HELL? 

In all fairness, that last one might have been WASH MY HANDS. It’s hard to tell with you.

You have begun to do magical things, like tell me you love me and kiss me on demand. DO YOU WANT TO SEE ROBOTS?! THEN GIVE MAMA A KISS!

As a punishment for my own stoic nature, I’ve been reduced to begging a two year old for affection. 

Either way, I feel a tsunami of paranoia rising which means I’ll be adding to your blog of instruction more often in the coming days.

I want you to know that I know where I end and you begin.