My day started with disciplining my children from the shower and somehow throwing my back out in the process. What? I have no idea what perfect storm of yelling and bending over for the loofah made that happen.
In addition, I just got home from working a 12-hour day, which was largely consumed with thinking “Oh God, I have to blog tonight. What the hell am I going to write about?” Sure, I have stuff in the hopper, but I am too tired to edit and create and craft and weave my magical words into prose. So I’ve spent 12 hours fretting. Which I’m good at. I wish fretting had been a major choice in college. I’d be all kickin’ it like Doogie Howser and score my PhD in a year.
So here I sit, tired and overworked and overstimulated. A sink full of dishes awaits my loving caress. Legos and Magnetos and sharp-if-you-step-on-them toys are strewn about. But hey, look at me, I’m blogging!
By the way, I am blogger #2,103 of 2,216 bloggers participating in BlogHer’s blogroll of NaBloPoMo-ers. (How many times in a sentence can you use the word blog? I’ve said it so many times, it’s no longer a word now. It has no meaning. Blog blog blog blog.)
There. I’ve blogged. Goodnight.