15 November 2010

Nothing To Say

I really have nothing to report today.

Life has been so boring lately, nothing to do, nothing to think about, nothing to worry over. I hardly know what to do with myself! I've organized my sock drawer, color-coded my tupperware lids, and turned my kids' rooms into Pottery Barn slices of heaven. Their behavior, accordingly, has been epically wonderful. This is pretty much me these days:


Because I certainly have not
  • been unable to move from the couch in the evenings in order to restore some semblance of order to my barn-like environs;
  • worried unceasingly about my children's apparent non-relationship with hard work;
  • succumbed to overwhelm at the shambles my life is in;
  • bickered with my spouse over such important matters as why the back door is always wide open;
  • yelled at anyone, for any reason whatsoever;
  • compared myself to every other mother, hell woman, in the world and come out on the losing side;

  • OR

  • eaten way too many carbs, eschewed all vegetables, ignored my need to exercise, had wine when I should have had water, and in all other ways failed to take decent care of myself.

  • I'm so glad I'm evolved enough to be past all of that.

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    3 comments:

    Teacher Mommy said...

    If I didn't know sarcasm when I see it, I'd hate you right now.

    Because yeah, mostly right there with you.

    It's also not that I haven't had anything to write, it's that I have no (1) time or (2) energy or (3) motivation to actually do so. It sucketh the big one.

    nicole said...

    you make me smile!!

    Homemaker Man said...

    Hey. Wine, carbs, and lack of exercise is the very picture of evolution. You are a higher form of life!

    My word verification is mumshrog. If that doesn't sum it all up . . .

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