Often when I am struggling with a blog topic, the 11-year old in me, begs to write about other people. You know pajama clad, dentally challenged people I meet in my daily travels.
I know it's not nice, but it is so easy.
It's my go- to topic that never seems to fail.
It's much better than owning up to whatever challenges I may be facing in my own life. It's the spoke and mirror trick I like to use to distract from what's really happening.
My daily rants about laundry, dishes, and dinner can grow tiresome.
Complaining about having and caring for three children is trite. I wouldn't trade those three little blog topic inspirations for the world. Sometimes I jokingly complain about the torture they put their father and I through, but it is all in jest. I can't imagine a day without them, also it would make my title of stay-at-home -mom sound rather silly.
I hate when I hear other moms complain about their kids who will soon be home all summer, and where can I find a sleep away camp for them so I don't have to deal. I smile as if I agree, then quietly judge them. Are you for real? You would really ship your kids off for the summer if you had the chance? Soon enough they will be gone for summer and fall and spring and only returning with dirty laundry.
For now, I plane to cherish these summers with my children, with day trips to the beach, the park and anywhere else I can take them.
I may compalin here and there, but only for the sake of this blog, of course.