So I embarked on my "blogging career" (and I obviously use that term lightly as it has been 4 months since my first and only post...ok now it sounds like I am at confession) to no avail...alas perhaps during this hectic Christmas (yes you heard me correctly in all of my political incorrectness "Christmas" Season) I can get back on it. As I currently have only one follower I am sure my lapse has not been too big of a heartbreak.
First, know that I literally start listening to Christmas music the day after Halloween as I love this time of year so much! My theory is that if I start that early, perhaps the inevitable post Christmas let down will not be as bad because I will be so sick of "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire" that I will gleefully return to regular music without hitting the bottle to hard if ya know what I mean wink wink! Now in keeping with my "disenchanted fairytale" I must say where the hell does the time go once you are the actual person orchestrating the whole "Christmas Miracle" To my, and I am sure, all kids the days could not go more slowly-to me not so much the case...Tree decorated -check, mulled spiced wine consumed -check, cards sent-check, more wine consumed-check, kids party planned-check, more wine consumed-check...hmmm I think I see a pattern here. On the note of the kids party, I am using the Christmas theme and we go to a public school, but guess what?!?!? As is always the case nobody else volunteered to help so I guess that I am left to my own devises thus CHRISTMAS! Lastly, what to say when your 8 year old daughter brings home a Thanksgiving Letter with what she is thankful for. On the list is and I quote "child services" guess I should stop throwing around that threat huh?!?!?...and now obviously it is time for some more mulled spice wine! Norman Rockwell eat your heart out!
Monday, December 14, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
What now?
Here I sit watching All My Children and wondering why all of the ladies are always dressed in "black tie" attire even in the midst of financial mayhem, and why I can't live like that! Don't get me wrong, I have "a great life" if you don't count ridiculous amounts of debt, no marketable skills to get a job to deal with said debt, the big "40" looming and the constant nagging feeling that there has to be more. My friends and I seem to be holding an ongoing conversation about what we want to be when we grow up (so cliche I know) and what the hell happened to all of our well laid plans and dreams. None of us are particularly bad off and we are all blessed with beautiful healthy children, but all of us feel a growing sense of purposelessness. Yes there is always laundry to be folded, but somehow I keep hoping for more...By the way, what time it is REALLY ok to open the wine?
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