Jan 20 2009
When You Can’t String Two Thoughts Together
Occasionally I have days when blog posts are hard to come by - formulating coherent thoughts tied together by a common theme. Some days it just isn’t happening. If that day is by chance a Tuesday, then I have the pleasure of joining Keely at The Un-Mom , where random nuggets of little importance are not only welcomed but encouraged.
- My children’s socks and bare feet are a testament to my poor housekeeping skills, at any given time they are coated in a thick layer of black soot that would make me embarrassed to acknowledge them in public. “Those kids with the filthy feet? No, they’re not mine, my kids have sparkling, sweet smelling footsies that I’d be prepared to eat off of.”
- Maybe I should clean more.
- Driving to school this morning I noticed an obscene amount of Froot Loops trapped behind my son’s booster seat. I don’t remember the last time they ate Froot Loops in the minivan and this fact disturbed me for about a fraction of a second before I completely forgot about them. I’m sure that’s not the only thing wedged back there either, but out of sight out of mind. “What Froot Loops?”
- I should vacuum more.
- Sometimes I get really tired of saying “Stop it!” It loses its impact at some point regardless of the amount of authority behind it. I might as well be shouting out “Pencil eraser” or “ear wax” for all the good it does.
- The Wii Fit told me I was 44 today. Except technicallyI’m not even 34 yet. So my reflexes and muscles have apparently travelled a decade into the future only to bring back news that I’m a poorly balanced couch potato with jiggly thighs. Someone should tell the Wii Fit that it’s bad manners to call a woman out on her fitness age, someone should teach the Wii Fit a little something about flattery.
- I can’t wait for my fitness age to catch up with my actual age.
- In real life I have never been able to hula hoop. It has something to do with my poor balance and coordination. On the Wii I can hula with 5 hoops at once and catch more when they’re thrown at my head.
- Also on the Wii I can hit soccer balls with my forehead and downhill ski.
- I wonder if I can power nap on the Wii or binge on cake batter.
- I have laundry to do. I should do laundry, and make dinner, and tackle the dishes. There’s a reason I eat off paper plates as often as humanly possible. Dishes suck.
You did way more than string 2 thoughts together… that’s a well-thought out, coherent post there.
Anywho…I got house shoes (bedroom shoes, whatever you call them) for my daughter cause her socks were getting so dark underneath and I KNOW I keep the floors cleaned. No matter how much I bleached, they just looked like crap. The soft shoes helped.
Davida