Nope, not alzheimers. My bloggy friend(insert losing brownies here) was feeling a bit like a bad blogger for not posting a lot or reading/commenting on her blog list. I feel where she is coming from. So I thought I'd give you all a post of what it looks like before all the edits. My draft pile has become large, but still managable. The draft pile is there because I am often starting posts but then a child in a dire (non-bloody) emergency tears me from any thought process outside the "mommy zone". So, if I decided to begin a blog and continue after pulling my pre-k and toddler apart. After the baby finishes yelling at my boob. Don't ask, it's apparently a nursing thing. And after the millionth telling of the teen he missed something with his chore duty.
Hope you enjoy:
(Intermission #1: going to bed for the night)
I looked a "Gift Horse" in the mouth the other day. Darn it, my Papa was right. They do bite. Hard! Lucky for me this "Gift Horse" was willing to forgive me after my daring gander into his bright white teeth. So, I took the second chance and stole quickly out of the house to go grocery shopping by myself. That is right. No telling A to "stay by Mommy" and "don't touch that". No telling E to stop antagonizing his sister. No baby L in a wrap he doesn't like because he cannot possibly see and manouver in every direction imaginable. (Usually up, down and sideways. I think he throws a zig and a zag in there too.) The store was the usual zoo on a Saturday. I still say I got ripped off though. The lines were unusually short. Why are they only long when I have three impatient children with me? Occassionally four? Regardless it was still heaven. Thank you "Gift Horse"! (a.k.a Hubby)
(Intermission #2: going to feed L breaky)
I need to write a post. The children are asleep and I have nothing that wants to spill out on to the page, er computer screen. My day was absolutely boring. I cleaned the main bathroom, threw in another load of laundry, washed the floors on the main floor and dashed out the door to pay for the transfer of their medical files to the new pediatrician. Which reminds me why the heck do I have to pay for the transfer of files when I have to find a new pediatrician because he's leaving the province to go work closer to his family? It wasn't my choice. I liked my pediatrician. Oh well, gift horse looking again as the receptionist thankfully let me pay half of the $80 it would have cost me. Can you believe it's $20.00 per file transfer? I'm glad they accepted $10.00 per file transfer, much more reasonable. Then we drove home and I watched the kids eat lunch and go batty around my home before I had enough and put them to bed. I still have to get their birth certificates. Well three of them. That's $75.00 a pop. Okay, now I'm just depressing myself and I have to go cook supper. Supper never tastes good when I'm sad.
(Intermission #3: going to find something to make for supper)
I am a procrastinator. It never fails I will suck every last second out of an hour to have a few moments to myself and feel like I do more than clean and take care of children. That I. am. my. own. person. (yeah that self affirmation does shit too) True to fashion, I did not go find something for dinner. I played around on Facebook a little bit. Then I thought I should finish this post as I didn't think I would get to it. Now L is up and there are wild animals in my house. Lions, and Tigers, and Bears, OH MY!
So this is it. What things in my head and my draft pile look like on a daily basis. If you notice even from the introduction, I didn't make too much sense. I purposely didn't change it, even though I am getting hives from wanting to. I'm not because it would defeat the point of this post.
Here is the bloggy friend I didn't insert. Losing Brownies. Let her know she's awesome even if she doesn't blog every day or comment all the time.