Just a Little Ventilation Was Needed...

Blogging again. About what yet I am not sure. I could speak of politics and the upcoming race for election which may be the best and worst joke simultaneously ever. I could speak of money and the lack there of, which would lead back to politics. I could speak of insurance of all shapes and sizes, which would lead back to politics. I could speak of the gas prices, which would lead back to politics. Basically every single thing I am pissed off or worried about leads back to politics. My Gram always told me to never discuss politics, religion or money. Wise woman that one. If I start on one of the three, this blog would go on for a decade and more than likely make more than a few enemies...and give me an aneurysm in the process. I am 100% more worried about the latter.

I was so hopeful that I could keep up on this and stay, not necessarily hot-headed...but at least fired up about detailing my most prominent thoughts of the moment. I am left again with writers block. I could blame the block on a combination of everything I deal with on a daily basis...and it would be completely valid. My kids, I love them to the moon and back. They demand SO much of me...there is little left of me at times for me. Which is completely to be expected. Does not mean that I have to like that. Maybe I am selfish to a point...I wish I could clone myself 6 times over to have enough of me to go around. Work, husband, kids, house...life. Not even gonna happen. Even when I purposely ration my time...it doesn't work...that's just stupid. You cannot possibly schedule one on one time with a household because everyone needs something all at once all the time. Wow...looky there...block has been handed a healthy dose of Draino. I was in SUCH a great mood when I got home this evening, and I was super motivated as well. I had a set plan on what was going to get done this evening housework wise and everything. It took all of 10 minutes being home to crush that. A 6 year old bouncing off the walls and NOT listening to a word I said, a 3 year old complaining about the dinner we were going to have and a 7 month old that was not having mommy "not" hold her...all AT ONCE while trying to cook. Don't EVEN get me started on Dude's role in this whole evening. Needless to say, my solid plans turned liquid and quickly went down the drain. Much like they as well had had a healthy dose of Draino. So here I am. Doing exactly what I didn't want to do. Bitch and moan about the life that I love. But it is the main focus in my life...so I guess it was inevitable. Jamie does not get home most nights until 6...sometimes 7. Sophia wants to be in bed by 7:30. So from 5:15 until he gets home, and even after it is CHAOS. Until he gets home it is 6 against 1. I even have the piece of shit cat bitching at me when I go back to the garage to get my purse and whatever else I could not get the first trip from the truck into the house when we get home. And then Zobert, who I LOVE...is even driving me crazy because she CANNOT stand Dude...so she barks and barks and barks. And Dude...even now...while I am down here writing...I can hear his dumbass pacing and pacing and pacing because no one is in the living room with him. No. Not going to get started on the puppy. Needless to say, nothing is getting done that needs to be done because yet again I am left feeling like I am buried under the amount of things that need to be done. Instead I am sitting alone in peace and quiet in the only clean room in my house, the basement. Where it is...and I cannot stress this enough...it is QUIET. Quiet on the outside anyway...my head is never quiet. I am sitting here writing and at the same time thinking about everything I want to get organized and de-cluttered and just in order so my life feels like it is in order too. Maybe it will get there. Who knows. Like my mom says all the time, "your kids will never remember how clean your house was, but how loved they were." True words. If only my OCD could embrace that statement. I suppose you could say that I am not technically OCD any longer...I am...but physically I cannot motivate myself to do anything right now. Simply because as soon as I do, one of these little people go behind me and mess it up. So I am calm now that everyone is in bed. Now it is MY time. No one needs a drink or a hug or a story...just me. So I think I am done venting for the evening. Granted it was not all that entertaining of a read. But...it is what it is.

Maybe that is the secret to blogging...you just start typing...and edit later...and you're left with something you're semi happy with.

Promise to rain hail fire and brimstone on our future dates.

Thanks for listening y'all.

Until next time!

xoxo