Yep. I’m over it.
I’m over blogging.
At least today I am so over blogging.
I am sick of posting about my kid that died.
I don’t have time to post about the one that was just born because I am too busy spending time with him.
The 8 year old keeps me busier than busy.
I don’t remember the last time I truly, really, I mean really, really, really showered.
Having an 8 year old meant that I had slept thru the night for the previous 7 years.
I’m not sure when I’ll ever do that again.
It’s one of those days.
I am cranky.
I don’t even remember the last time I sat across a table from my husband for more than 2 minutes…and don’t remember the last time I wanted to…and I’m sure there’s a “vice versa” here…
Ryan and Emily and Lady the dog don’t seem all that exhausted…they seem quite rested seeing as how Ry naps throughout the day and most of the night…except when he squirms and squeaks…oh, and let’s see, Lady pretty much naps all day long with the exception of when she has her freaking crazy hour right before it’s time for bed and she wants to play ball and tug with her chew toys…and Emily, what about her? Since we’ve been homeschooling she has somehow managed to coerce her two middle-aged exhausted parents into thinking that allowing her to stay up a little later each night is a good idea.
This all equals exhaustion, crankiness, despondency and low quality high carb-consumption on the part of yours truly.
Oh, and since Em’s hitting the sack later that means the only time I’ve seen my husband in the last 3 and a half months was at 3 recent Christmas parties…one attended by 30 people, another by 700+ and another with approximately 70.
Oh yeah, and since we’re homeschooling, that means the last time I was all alone, all by myself, without anyone needing me was….ummmmm…..huh?! I guess it was when I was…I’m thinking, give me a minute…oh yeah, when I was in my MOTHER’S WOMB!!!!!!
And, I’ve realized that I still hate Christmas in the “American Consumerism Time-Sucking Gimme Gimme Gimme” sense of the word.
Somehow, someday, I want to figure out how to celebrate the Birth of Christ for what it truly is…the day the Savior of the whole wide world was born to save us from ourselves. It’s something I am thankful for on a daily basis…so the pressure to make this specific time of year uber-spiritual is kind of frustrating!
So, how is your day?