I'm often surprised that so many days have passed between posts. I feel like I'm posting more often, but I guess not...
My optimistic fresh energy January feeling has waned. I am feeling weary and unenthusiastic. Not that I'm not still somewhat optimistic. At least in my head. I just don't feel like doing anything about it. In fact, I'd just rather not do anything.
Perhaps it is the fact that my sons have taken their melodrama to another level. I suspect they are hanging on to the few remaining weeks of their 'terrible twos' with renewed vigor. To go out with a splash. The whining and crying(raging) when things don't go their way and the incessant 'mineminemine' from The Bee is tiresome.
And what are the threes? The Superfantastic Terrificalicious Threes I hope.
And The Babe is still getting me up several times a night. She probably has a baby pool going on how many minutes it takes me to stumble out of my warm cozy bed and get to hers. On demand! Run Mommy Run!
But let's be realistic. My melancholy must surely be blamed on the writers strike!
(If I have to see Gene Simmons and Donald Trump on my tv again I'm going to poke my eyes out)