Flippin' My Freakin' (Unused) Lid ... or, You Know, Not
I've been so mentally drained that I just cannot force myself to come up with anything to say here. Sure, there are a number of things I could post about. Like:
I'm gonna freaking flip my lid if this stinking house doesn't sell by the end of the summer.
If this child doesn't learn that bedtime is earlier than 11:30 PM, I'm gonna freaking flip my lid.
If I don't get some sleep and get back in the game mentally ... wait for it ... I'm gonna freaking flip my lid!
Or, I could post about the fact that oh yeah - she's totally walking now.
Yeah, I guess I could should post about that.
But no. What I really wanna do is just zone out and daydream all day. About how once my house sells, life will be so much better. About how once we get a routine down for us, once the house sells, life will be so much better. About how living in the city, once the house sells, will be so much better. About how everything in my world right now hinges on this one thing. This one lousy, annoying, I-have-absolutely-no-control-over-whatsoever thing. That, and it's just too much effort and energy to think about something worthwhile to share with the world. So instead, I'd rather tune out, stare at a blank screen and wish for a pillow and blanket and hours and hours and hours of quiet time all to myself. But, I know, even then I won't be back in the game. I need to use this head of mine before it atrophies to completely useless. Though I'm beginning to wonder if it's already too far gone to come back from?