I haven't been able to write anything for over a week. I've been so crazy busy being mommy and churchy crafty music gal and countless nameless other crap that I don't even know where the time has actually gone. I might spend too much time on facebook lately. But that's not necessarily true because I have cut back a lot. Mostly, the only thing I do through fb lately is check updates on my phone.
I got a new phone recently. It's a Samsung Note II. Pretty radtastic, and I hope to be getting a lot of use out of it. My sister calls hers a phablet (a phone tablet). She is right that it truly is a fabulous phablet.
Or maybe my problem is that I spend too much time thinking, hoping, wishing, fretting, stressing and not enough time doing, working, writing. The thinking and fretting are causing me to lose sleep at night. I'm sick again because I can't sleep and I'm so stressed I am losing hair. I don't like losing hair.
Another one of my sisters says I've been in a ponytail rut for years. It's true. It used to be because when you're the mommy of young children, they pull your hair constantly. It drives be completely bonkers. I want to scream with rage because I'm so fed up with it. Wanna know what's worse lately? My oldest now takes advantage of my ponytail and pulls on that or just holds onto it when hugging me instead. No, no, don't worry about my serious susceptibility to migraines or even the slipped disk in my neck. Grrr. But if I don't pull it back into a ponytail when I'm thinking, then I'll end up running my
Wow. Want to know something ironic? I titled this post brain vomit before I even started typing, and I just got interrupted from my ramblings by my little boy who just came rushing up the hallway calling for me. I ran to him, scooped him up into my arms to see what was the matter, and he just puked all over my shoulder. Awesome.
Next time I think I will be more careful in my post titling.
I got a new phone recently. It's a Samsung Note II. Pretty radtastic, and I hope to be getting a lot of use out of it. My sister calls hers a phablet (a phone tablet). She is right that it truly is a fabulous phablet.
Or maybe my problem is that I spend too much time thinking, hoping, wishing, fretting, stressing and not enough time doing, working, writing. The thinking and fretting are causing me to lose sleep at night. I'm sick again because I can't sleep and I'm so stressed I am losing hair. I don't like losing hair.
Another one of my sisters says I've been in a ponytail rut for years. It's true. It used to be because when you're the mommy of young children, they pull your hair constantly. It drives be completely bonkers. I want to scream with rage because I'm so fed up with it. Wanna know what's worse lately? My oldest now takes advantage of my ponytail and pulls on that or just holds onto it when hugging me instead. No, no, don't worry about my serious susceptibility to migraines or even the slipped disk in my neck. Grrr. But if I don't pull it back into a ponytail when I'm thinking, then I'll end up running my
Wow. Want to know something ironic? I titled this post brain vomit before I even started typing, and I just got interrupted from my ramblings by my little boy who just came rushing up the hallway calling for me. I ran to him, scooped him up into my arms to see what was the matter, and he just puked all over my shoulder. Awesome.
Next time I think I will be more careful in my post titling.
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