I'm having one of those days where I can't even form a complete sentence, let alone type one out. I have 4-5 different blog posts started on my iphone note pad right now, but I just can't seem to make any of them work today. Honestly i'm doing you a huge favor by not posting any of them. They are painfully bad. As in trying to rip an upside down maxi pad off an unshaven vagina bad. So, what do you do when you are too tired and dysfunctional to write a complete blog post? You write a blog post about your inability to blog, lol!
School started this week which means absolutely no freaking sleep for me. I drive 3 kids to 3 different schools so my day starts at 7 am (okay more like 7:30). Since I don't actually have to get out of my car to drop off my 8th and 10th graders, I literally drop them off in my pj's, no bra, and hot mess hair. Hmmm, perhaps I should be walking them inside, lol! I know what you're thinking right about now, "Seriously? This bitch gets to sleep in until 7:30 and thinks she has it bad?" Well, that would be the case, if I didn't have a little thing called insomnia at night. I blame many things on this….Twitter, Facebook, the iphone (which should be renamed icrack because once you touch it you can't put it down), my 2 year old who frequently wakes up throughout the night, a husband who pesters me for sex the very second the kids fall asleep. Speaking of this, I just wanted to let you men know that reverse psychology seldom works on a 34 year old woman. I know you're trying to be sly when you say, "It's okay baby. I know you're tired. We don't have to do it tonight". I can tell by the look on your face when I respond back with, "Okay, well i'm going to bed then", that it didn't quite turn out the way you expected, did it?
Really, that's all I got for you today. I'm just having one of those blah blogging days where I try to be creative and funny but the only thoughts running through my head are, "Wow, i'm so tired that i'm actually seeing spots. Neat" or "I'm pretty damn sure Peanut has a crappy diaper because the entire house reeks like poop (his diapers could knock over a camel), but i'm going to pretend that I can't smell it for just a minute longer".