Thursday, October 21, 2010
My writer's block is so bad, I can't even think of a title for this one.....
I need a muse. Could somebody please see if Kirk Herbstreit is available?? (Sorry, Babe. But it's a known fact that the muse can't be someone you are living with.)
It's frustrating to have a lot to say, but no words to express. And honestly, here lately, I don't really have all that much to say. Except, I do love keeping up with the crazy things the kids say and do. This is our scrapbook, after all. I'm just... not myself here lately. Some days, the whole Motherhood gig gets to me. And it's those days that I will throw in the towel, (before 8am) and resign myself to lay on the couch and fuss at the children for being so messy. Then, check facebook 12 times (in an hour).
Those days, immediately after dinner, I flop back down on the couch, feeling exhausted, yet I have no idea why. I mean, as taxing as facebook can be, there's no reason to be THAT tired, after ignoring the children and laundry ALL day. So, I fall asleep early, feeling defeated and berating myself for being in this lazy haze, when there are so many women out there who would give their left arm to be in my shoes. Then, when that tactic still doesn't work, I feel even worse because I'm now crying watching the episode of "I'm Pregnant and... Have Cancer," only I'm sad for her, and I'm still bummed over my own life. A double whammy. "Tomorrow morning, I'm going to wake up and tackle this mess! I'm going to get ALL the laundry done, play with the kids non-stop, cook lunch for Bert, so when he calls and asks, 'Hey, Babe, what's for lunch?' I can say, 'Homemade turkey and dressing!'.. Then, I'm going to feed the starving children in Africa and adopt a baby from China... all before Her Highness and Thunder get home from school!"
You know where this is going...
Maybe it's not just writer's block. More of a Mother's block.
Since Kirk Herbstreit is just a little busy with college football, maybe you guys could be my muse?...
The last time you were down in the dumps, what helped you snap out of it??
Just FYI, singing the kid song, "Down in the dumps I will never go... That's where the devil keeps me low..." may be true, but it hasn't helped much.
Seriously, I would love your input.
I need YOU, my Muse!