Look. I’m probably going to get myself in trouble with the bigs for saying this, but the truth is I’d like to go postal. I can’t though. I mean, I try, but I just can’t.
I just can’t post anything these days. At least, not much that I’m pleased with. And forget posting anything quality during the week. (Okay, no potshots about the quality the rest of the time, wise guys!)
I have about six posts started. None completed. Just when I get to the place where I really need to concentrate either because I’m reworking a part or trying to figure out which direction I’d like the piece to head, someone or something interrupts me. Today, it was my 15-year-old telling me at the last minute that she needed cupcakes for a class party tomorrow. Of course, she waits till I’ve taken off my shoes and socks, changed into my cozy jammies and am nearly two steps from curling up in my oversized and very cozy king sized bed befre she ever so sweetly says, “Hey, Mom….”. You know the rest of the story.
My head started spinning around with green stuff flying everywhere.
Okay, according to her, I did go postal so, also according to her, my first statement was a misrepresentation.
Well, it was nothing compared to how I felt after I got dressed again, went down to the store with her, picked up the three dozen cupcakes (after going two different places to find them), drove all the way home and then realized we’d left them at the checkout counter.
Wow. Someone around here needs to go to bed earlier.