I’ve started 3 posts.
None of them are finished.
Now I’m in “a mood.”
I want to blog. I want to write.
But this is one of those Great Escape Nights. Because the Patience Meter is in the red and the tiniest thing is likely to set me off. So I’m hanging out at Starbucks less than a mile from my house.
And there are no children clawing at my legs, no disobedient son doing things he knows he isn’t supposed to do. No demands.
And the last thing I feel like doing is talking about my kids, even though I have three separate posts begun about various things that have gone on. Stressful things. FUN things.
Maybe if I can get out of this funk I’ll finish one tonight.
But I think TV escapism (should I get the time) or reading a book is far more likely.
|4-12-10 – Lil Diva tries to eat The Tackler’s toes.|
I’d be at Barnes & Noble if it was slightly closer and I didn’t have to return home for the bedtime routine.
Evidently The Tackler successfully executed a deposit into the potty and Daddy needed to know where I’d put The Tackler’s trains in Time Out.
Maybe things are looking up.