Let’s play…where’s Waldo. Or, in this case, where’s the girl. 🙄 Continue reading “Momlife, youth sports, and the never-ending mess”
14yo teen boy comes home and says: “Mom how do you get paint off my backpack?”
So, like all parents of teenagers, the first response that pops into my head is a question, or rather, several questions:
It has never been easy for me to accept a compliment. Maybe because I always sort of expected that I didn’t really deserve them…
Having said that, I’m getting better at accepting and thanking someone for them.
Then, something happened that completely blew me away. But first, a little preamble:
*or women like me. 😜 Continue reading “How to understand women*”
(Disclaimer: long story about my early days as a mom with a toddler and an infant.)
On Monday night I watched a bunch of syndicated Big Bang Theory episodes. As always, they were funny and entertaining, but one in particular kind of threw me for a loop. It somehow sparked a weird, long, complicated memory of my early mom days from 12 years ago.
I sat in my bed immediately after that episode finished, and typed out the convoluted mess that my subconscious dredged up into my blog.
You’re welcome. 😊
I hereby caution you: the following post is lengthy, ugly, painful, and maybe just a little bit insightful. If you are in a delicate state of mental health at the moment maybe skip over this one.
You have been warned.❗
After I typed it out, I realized something: watching tv is hazardous to my mental health.
Either that, or it’s therapeutic.
Yeah, let’s go with the second one. Catharsis, if you will.
I’m on the fence about a lot of things in my life, but my latest struggle is about NaNoWriMo.
It was a PA day today, no school, so I didn’t have to make breakfast or lunches for the kids. As expected, both slept in which meant I had an extra quiet morning for writing.
I wrote a blog post I think you will enjoy. But I thought it was a bit long and a bit wordy and figured later, after I do some things in the garden, I’ll come back and finish it. I intended on publishing it by Friday evening.
It is now late afternoon and I just spent 42 minutes waiting for my laptop to load. To wake up. To DO SOMETHING.
Yesterday I dropped off my beloved boots at the donation center.
Yesterday and all this week so far has been crap.
If one more thing happens I will lose my mind. Again.
My Pity Party in full progress.
So last night, in utter desperation and with no one to cry to, I emailed a friend from the parking lot at a rink at 10 o’clock at night that I was thinking of quitting blogging.
This morning he responded with:
Don’t kill your blog!
So basically, it’s his fault that this post is Pointless Stupidity. 🙂
Anyway you wanna know about all my issues?
Disclaimer: it’s a lot of whining and complaining, so feel free to exit now. Continue reading “Killing the blog”
I can feel it coming, the depression. It’s creeping in. Taking hold, slowly, cell by cell.
I try to figure out the source and stop the flow but I don’t know what it is – Genetics? Seasonal changes? Hormones?
Let’s blame hormones. 🙄