I’ve been sitting here, staring at a blank screen, trying to find the best way to phrase that I’ve been in a funk lately. Here’s what I’ve come up with.
I’ve been in a funk lately.
Over the past few weeks, I think I have started four different blogs that are sitting hopelessly unfinished in draft hell. This post itself sat with simply a title for three days.
I love writing. I love bringing you my random thoughts, pointless rants, and hilarious stories. Luckily, the chaos of my life provides many opportunities for me to find interesting tidbits and head-shaking occurrences to report to you in my oh-so witty ways.
In these last few funky weeks, I’ve still had enough material drop into my lap to write a handful of blog. I just haven’t had the umph to follow through.
I blame the horribly late arrival. (Sidebar ~ That MFing Groundhog better never scurry out of his damn Gobbler’s Knob again and have the nerve to say we will have an early spring. Early spring my a$$. We had snow in May….SNOW. I sat at baseball games in my winter coat, seeing my breath!)
I blame the end of the school year. Traditionally my students do not do well with a change in their schedule. Despite how much they complain about school, most of them are happy to have a stable place to come everyday and a predicable routine. They get particularly owly as the calendar comes to a close. They have been off the wall nuts during these last few weeks of school, draining me of any reserve energy I might have otherwise had.
I blame my crazy home life. Before you worry, IP, lil’ IP (Paige) and T-Dog (Trystan) are all perfectly fine. It just seems the family candle has been burning at both ends. Between school, work, voice lessons, baseball practice, baseball games, pool board, school board, IP’s work schedule, IP’s travel schedule, household errands, household chores, and homework, I’ve lost track of more than a few days.
Just last night, after getting through the four subjects of homework T-Dog brought home and getting him ready to drop off at baseball practice, I realized that school ended in two days and I had yet to buy the end-of-the-year teacher’s gifts and make cupcakes for T-Dog’s classroom to celebrate his summer birthday. As we jumped in the car to run to the store for the gifts and the vanilla I was out of, it dawned on me that I forgot to make dinner. Why does my family insist on eating everyday? And three times a day at that? Geez!
By the time I get through the list of to-do tasks for the day, it’s all I can do to make it to my bed before I crash. (Trust me. You DO NOT want me to crash out on the couch. Ask IP. Waking me up after I’ve fallen asleep on the couch is taking your life into your own hands. I’m cranky to say the least.)
The good news is I clock out of work for the summer on Friday and joyfully take my place in my poolside lounger until August. The even better news is I will be back at your full disposal, spewing my opinions and observations, while hopefully not boring you with my amusing antics and brilliant adventures.