This morning I sit here in front of my computer struggling with words and ideas. That ball is still stuck in my throat, it’s getting larger. I thought that perhaps a good cry would loosen it but I’ve had a few “good cries” over the last few days and it’s lodged more firmly in place.
I want to write a mothers days post. I can’t.
I appreciate and adore being a mom, mommy, mother. I appreciate and adore my mom, mommy, mother. But right now, when it comes to my mommy, I’m very sad.
I want to write a post about how proud I was of my son yesterday. Instead of having his usual temper tantrum about performing in front of parents during a class concert, he put on his nice shirt, a nicer smile and sang with the rest of the first grade class. A wonderful Mothers Day gift from him to me.
I want to write a post about how annoyed I am that no one took the dogs out to go to the bathroom last night during my husbands mini-impromput poker game. And I had to clean up a house FULL of doggie doo this morning. When I say full…I mean FULL. EVERYWHERE. I almost added my own vomit to the mix. Because, dog poop is NOT what I want to smell EVER, especially first thing in the morning, before my coffee.
I want to write a post questioning why it is that, during the school week, it takes me fifteen minutes of poking, prodding, kissing and tickle torturing my son to get him to wake up by 7:20, making us late to school on a daily basis. But on Saturday and Sunday, he wakes us up at 6:45 on the dot.
I wanted to discuss the mysteries surrounding children and the fact that they think it’s ok to say no to their parents. Or is it just my children?
I want to write a post about how annoying it is to listen to dogs bark at every single thing that walks by the house. ALL. DAY. LONG. Starting when the sun is barely rising.
I want to write a post about getting out of bed to go pee in the middle of the night and stepping directly into the by-product of that choking noise I thought I was dreaming of….only to find a warm, recently vomited up fur-ball smushed to the bottom of my bare foot. And all I wanted to do was walk with my eyes half shut to the bathroom, do my business and go back to bed to hopefully continue that dream I was having. Another one is being produced as I type this. OH MY G-D, why do people have animals? And why do I have so many?!
I wanted to discuss the fact that I’ve never been able to master the perfect amount of coffee to add to the coffee maker to make the perfect cup of coffee. One would think that, after years of consistently making a pot’o’coffee, every single morning, I’d have it down to a science. Yet, every single morning, my coffee is either too weak or too strong. In search of…a happy medium.
I needed to write about the fact that I’m trying to find all the writing prompt blogs so that I can join all the meme’s. Any suggestions?
Another thing I wanted to write about was the fact that I think it’s funny that there are so many people on Twitter and Facebook that use the last name of their favorite star. That’s the ultimate in virtual black lace bra tossing.
Lastly, I wanted to lament on the fact that I have another short story idea and I’m getting frustrated because I can’t figure out how to write it and it’s beginning to piss me off.
So I did.
But, no one reads blogs on Saturday so it’s all in random, shapeless, shiftless order and off my chest.