So many things to write about, so many words to choose. This is my problem. I have an insane amount of ideas that I think would be great for my blog. I have such a large amount of things that I could write about: blended families, missing my mom, having 7 kids, being an older parent (not that old), raising adult children, raising teenagers, raising toddler, having an obscene amount of boy children, being a stay-at-home mom, being a college student, being exhausted. How do I pick just one thing?
I don’t. I write about whatever it is that tickles my fancy that day. Today, I am kind of bleh. I have my schoolwork done, #7’s potty training is going well (aside from the underpants flushed down the toilet), and there is really nothing going on that merits 500 words.
I guess I could write about how #4 is going to go into the military after high school and that I am on the fence about being proud of him and not wanting him to go. I could write about how the kids get out of school in less than 2 weeks and I am terrified. I could write about how S.O. and I have to schedule sexy time because toddlers do not understand the need for recreation. I could write about how #1 is flying to California on Tuesday and I am jealous that I’m not going and worried that she is going by herself.
I could write about how I had some work done at the dentist and now can’t stop rubbing my tongue against my new filling and how it makes me look like I belong in an old time mental institute. I could write about how I almost had all the laundry done. I could write about how #6 is convinced she was named after a horse, about how #5 gets to take summer school AGAIN. Or about how I never hear from #2 unless he has laundry. Or how #3 had attitude yesterday and I totally felt like I had done something wrong. (Turns out he’s 19 and moody.)
I guess I could write about how my mom’s birthday is coming up and I don’t know if it’s creepy or sweet that we still celebrate it. Do we picnic at the cemetery or do we have an impromptu cook out? What is the societal norm on this one?
I could write about how I am utterly in love with my S.O. who makes me feel special and beautiful and that I have totally bamboozled him into thinking that I know what I am doing.
Instead, I think that I will step away from the laptop, maybe do a load of laundry, and chill. AS much as one can chill with all the things that I could write about.