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.
Random and shapeless and shiftless works perfectly on a Saturday morning. It’s about all my brain can handle following.
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I read on Saturday. The animals would drive me nuts. That’s why we don’t have any in the house. Have you seen plinky.com? It isn’t a blog with prompts, but they do have prompts. Not necessarily fiction, but I’m sure they could be adapted for that.
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The dog poop would send me over the edge. Not only would I be cleaning up poop, but I’d be cleaning up my own vomit as well. Keep the kids; ditch the animals. Having both puts you in the category of Crazy-as-Hell.
As for writing prompts, just say “NO!” I have several blogs that I used to read on a regular basis that are now in my “Hide” list. I don’t want to read fiction! Hell, I can read a book for that type of entertainment. Instead, I love reading the REAL stuff like these Saturday ramblings.
Yes it’s Saturday and I am reading your post and I am sorry about the hard time you are having right now! I love you and I hope your mom will get better, everything else is NOTHING!!!
Get thee a Keurig. Tell your family you want a Keurig for Mother’s Day. Perfect cup of coffee Every. Time.
And tea, if you like. And hot chocolate. I even use it to make oatmeal, in the morning, sometimes.
And it takes less that a minute to make that perfect cup of coffee. And the are more that a hundred different type of coffee – Starbucks, Caribou and Green Mountain among them.
You absolutely can’t go wrong.
And you will always have that perfect first cup in the morning. What’s THAT worth?
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stepping in cat puke is the absolute WORST! Ick. And I totally can’t make coffee either, although I don’t drink it, so that’s my excuse.
Galit Breen says
I read it! *And* loved it! XO
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I read every, single day. Even on Sunday. And that perfect cup of coffee – it’s elusive. But as long as I have the caffeine – weak or strong – then there is always hope that I’ll make it through the day.
And… yeah, that’s why I don’t have animals. The boys are bad enough.
Happy Mother’s Day to you – and I’m praying for your mom.
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Tara R. says
We need to get another tag-team story going. Maybe limit it to fewer people so we can write longer or more chapters. Just a thought….
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I am one of those creatures of habit that check my favorite blogs daily…and I frequently comment when my heart or ire is touched. Today on Mother’s Day your blog touched my heart…I have the ill behaved barking pooping dogs and 2 teenagers and a husband. Though they all often frustrate me I am overwhelmed at the idea of any of them not being here…thanks for touching my heart today and I will lift your mom in prayers…just because mine is no longer here and I miss her daily.
Oh, the nighttime cat puke. Is there anything worse? Well, morning dog poop probably would be. You have my sympathies.
Last week my cat puked in my shoe. And I swear that was almost it…
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