Soooo, I need to write but I don’t know what to write. I decided last week that I would write on my blog 3 times a week for three months. I was going to say I had to write every day for 100 days but let’s be real. I am a wife, a mom, and I have a house to keep up, not to mention the fact that I can barely post once a month. It’s just not going to happen. So I decided 3 times would be enough of a challenge. Here it is the second week of this challenge and it’s already proving to be just that, a challenge and enough of one.
Trying to figure out what I am thinking about it cause that’s often where the inspiration comes, y’know. It’s all a muddle. And if I happen to happen upon a great thought in the midst of that great thought I am called to my daughters bedroom, “Mommy, I need it. Mommy, Mommy, MOOOOOOMMMMYYYYYYY.” To discover my child is on the rocking chair with Theo (her beloved teddy bear), and needs me to get her the book that is right beside her on the floor. With a little bit of effort she could have gotten it herself but it’s much easier to call for a while for Mommy, and have mommy stop typing, get up off her chair in the living room, come down the hall and pick up the book and hand it to her. By the time I get back to my chair in the living room to begin typing again, the thought is gone and I’m just tired and wishing this dreary day would be over or at the very least I could just go back to bed. I really dislike Mondays. Add dreariness to the Monday and we’ve got a very blue Brittany. Not to mention my child got up at a very early hour. They don’t make coffee strong enough for these days. Oh wait, I couldn’t even drink the coffee anyway cause it makes me sick (NO I AM NOT PREGNANT!!!!!!!!). Humph. What a morning.
I need another cup of tea.
Which reminds me, I am thankful for my Keurig, given to me by my mom, it means hot water is always a button away, which means tea is that much closer. Tea does not make me sick, I drink lots of it. I put in too much stevia, oops, but hey I can have tea as sweet as I want it without the guilt of calories. Thankful for that too.
I am so thankful for that little girl on the rocking chair who loves books as much as her mommy. She is the reason for countless smiles and giggles throughout the day. I love her so. . . I mean just look at that sweet little thing. . .
I look out my window and see the happy little dandelions that some people call weeds. They are beautiful and bright and smile all the time even when it’s dreary. They are sunshine on a cloudy day. As I step outside to take a picture of them I discover a perfect little puffer of a dandelion, my own little hug from God.
Life isn’t so bad really. Sure, I might not get many profitable things done today. In fact I might just go roam around town, oh wait, that requires something other than pjs, so. . . I might actually just watch movies or read all day. But that’s ok. I am blessed and loved extravagantly. I think I will make it through this dreary Monday after all.
The little girl has joined me in the living and is “weeping” (which is fake crying mixed with whining) so that’s my cue, I bid you, adieu.