So I'm writing this instead

Insert cleverly written post here with a profound unexpected underlying message carefully folded into the post here and maybe a startlingly brilliant photograph that corresponds on an artistic level here and wa-laaa! this is my blog post.

I mean, 'cause *this* surely isn't it. A mother too tired and worn down a week into the new school schedules (yes, three boys = three different bell schedules, three different drop-offs and three different pick-ups) with all those sandwiches (cut this way, NO CUT THIS WAY) barely able to keep enough juices and waters and bread OH MY YEAST the bread! in the house, let alone remember to re-bra again before leaving the house for one of the billion soccer practices or MMA training sessions? Nope. I would never write something so GAH and BLAH and UGH.

So I'm writing this instead.

*bows*

Comments

[Sarahndipitea]

U KAN DO EET!

Uhm, that's a mushy as I get tonight.

LMK on that ball-busting neck-punching shit if you need to. :)

[The Mother]

Take a nap. Blog later. Doctor's orders.

[The Mother Tongue]

I dig it. Also, re-bra is my favorite new verb. Glad to know I'm not the only woman who loses that double-barrel slingshot the red-hot minute I get in the house.

[Themommytsunami (angel)]

Oh shit. I'm supposed to leave the house in a bra? I feel ya, mama.

I also have three bell schedules.

Somedays, my form of parenting includes just crossing my fingers. Oh, who am I kidding. Some days, that's all I do...just cross my fingers.

[neena]

absolutely brilliant!

[MommyGeekology]

hang in there!!!

[Theresa]

I'm so with ya! All I want to do it nap!

[DarkTouch]

I've long since resigned myself to posting when I have time to post and when I have something important to say. But I also only blog for myself. I'm not a professional nor do I have sponsors or a schedule.