I’ve tried to write a few posts in the past few weeks, but they all start with
Tired, tired, tired, omg, so freaking tired.
And then I wander away and watch 4 hours of Olympic coverage instead of going to bed, like a sane person would. How can you resist all that talent? All that success? Grenada winning its first medal EVER in its history? I can’t.
My mom is still in rehab and she still hates it. The food is bad. The help is slow. And two showers a week makes it feel way more like prison. Despite all that, I still giggle when I say “my mom’s in rehab” because it makes me think of Amy Winehouse’s song.
My child still continues to pull out his WORST behavior in front of my friends and I’m left standing there fish mouthed. So for instance, when he ran past me and kicked over Troy’s solar landscaping lights as I was dropping him off to be babysat. You know, at that point, yes I discipline him, but it seems totally fruitless. Like I must let him do this at home all the time….In fact, I buy extra lights for $2 each at Target and line them up and let him do it every night. For practice. So that when the moment is right (kind of like Cialis, but not) his aim is dead on.
No instead, at home, I catch him freebasing grape jelly on the floor next to my bed.
What was I saying? Oh yeah…I’m tired.