It's been almost a week since my last post, and while SOME people might be able to use the excuse that their life has just been so hectic and crazy that they haven't had time, my reason is much different and straightforward. I just haven't had anything to write about.
My life is SO dull, so repetitive, that there has just been nothing that stood out in my mind enough to inspire me to gather together the energy to write an original post. Mind you, that hasn't stopped me from writing comments on *other* people's blogs.
When I am seriously considering taking a photograph of the 100 dried beans Kira took to school today to celebrate the 100th day of school (each child had to bring 100 of something) so I can have something, ANYTHING to post on my blog, you KNOW it is boring. [and did you know that 100 beans fits very nicely in a snack-size ziploc? It's really a small-looking pile. Although much bigger than the one belonging to the girl who is bringing 100 grains of rice.**]
**I originally wrote that sentence as: Although much bigger than the girl who is bringing 100 grains of rice. And then I read it over and realized I had just said that one of the girls in Kira's class is the size of a Polly Pocket. And although I am not a grammar queen or anything, I just couldn't let that one go.
And so now I blather on pointlessly, because I don't really have anything else to say, or possibly because I have LOTS to say, but not the energy to organize my thoughts enough to put them down in any coherent order. (for example, I keep meaning to blog about the school-consolidation proposal that our governor has come up with, and also about how it seems that there are always going to be junior-high-school drama surrounding me, even when all the participants are supposed adults)
And so, off I go to another endless loop of laundry and straightening of house; of listening to kids argue about who *has* to go first in the shower tonight, only to then change the argument about not being able to GET to go first in the shower; of repeating myself over and over andoverandover; of boredom and exhaustion without cause (please, spring, hurry the hell up, the S.A.D. is really starting to get to me). Of weekly rounds of therapy that just go around and around. Of *everything* that just goes around and around and around. I am spinning my wheels all the time, it seems, and not even getting to build up the great leg muscles from the exercise. :D
Off. Gone. Later. mk
2 comments:
May I gently but firmly correct you: motherhood is NEVER dull, and I SO sympathize with your lack of energy.
You've got friends out here, though, and we're always happy to hear from you!!
It will be spring before you know it. I think everyone around here is feeling the same this time of year.
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