Last In, Worst Dressed.

Aside from my obvious lack of organisational skills, I'm still struggling with another phenomenon that's been getting in the way of my blogging.  Finding something that I feel comfortable talking about is one thing, but finding it and writing about it before I see it written somewhere else is almost impossible.

Life occasionally throws me a set of circumstances that make me think "Hey! I should totally blog about that!".  And approximately 12 seconds later I'm clicking a link someone has shared on facebook to somebody else's blog post about that very issue.  On top of that, they're even more funny and eloquent than I could've hoped to be, and I find myself stifling laughs and mentally scoffing at their views, just out of spite for having been beaten to the punch.

It's not that I expect to write anything original, but I don't want to look like I've just copy/pasted other people's thoughts on whatever topic is making the rounds.  I see so many posts about parenting that it does my head in. I'm pretty sure there's a blog to match every style and tell you you're doing a great job, no matter how you do it.. what could I possibly add to that sea of conflicting opinions?

Some other topic maybe. What about that awesome recipe I always use? Already pinned. That funny little anecdote about that thing my toddler did? Some kid on youtube did it 2 years ago.

What's worse is when I feel there's been a mistake, and my version would've been better. I read instructions or recipes and think,
'You used tape? No, no, no.. you need glue!'
'2 teaspoons of sugar? Are you kidding? It should be tablespoons!!'

*Pulls hair out*

It feels a bit like at school when the teacher asks a question, and you know the answer, but they ask someone else first and you want to scream "No, pick ME!! I know the answer!!"

That never happened by the way, I always yelled out the answer because I was a big, fat know-it-all.  And that's precisely why this age of information is driving me nuts.  Everyone is a know-it-all and they're all yelling out the answers before me.

I'm never gonna be first in, best dressed. So, either I pack up and go home, or I settle for being last in, worst dressed.
*Looks at self in PJ's*
..Or maybe just last in and forget about getting dressed at all.