Post About Nothing Yields Mild Something
I’ve been wracking my brain and searching my jaded, coal-like heart for any bit of inconsequential news or event circulating in my life or the life of others to pine on today– and I’m coming up with bagels across the board. Noone’s dropping ski-slope trou, our new camera is resting quietly in its bag and all other news around the world is handing out free prescriptions for depression and anxiety and I’m just not up for any more of that today.
Even the old reliable “Quotables” are hard to come up with these days, as Joshua is exerting this growing up thing called “assertiveness”. I mean, describing a tantrum where an obviously frustrated three-and-a-half year old calls you “prunehole”, “toilet”, “bum”, “Santa” and “Jesus” in the space of 30 seconds isn’t prime material for illustrating how cute your kid is.
Still, when Joshua realizes that even though I was taking him away from Gramma Dunkley’s house when he thought he’d be joining three other cousins for a sleepover, I was actually saving him from a grossly unfair viewing of “Barbie: A Christmas Carol”, he’ll thank me.
I hear ya. I’ve been wracking my brain all week for something mildly clever and or entertaining to write about. I’m trying to mix up the ol’ mommy blog and am coming out flat. My kid screams all day, and I walk around talking to myself in the third person. Jenny thinks babies suck, Jenny should actually be unpacking, after three weeks of vacation, Jenny needs a maid, etc. See, that isn’t even funny. I did appreciate the naked man however. I just wasn’t feeling clever enough to comment. Whew.
Nice dress Barbie. I bet those little 3 year olds watching you will just think how sexy and hot you are in that dress. Next time why don’t you just wear a neglige?