Undone

I do. I’m sure that Carebear will heartily agree, our husbands have been bickering over which is better android or iPhone. and Honestly I can tell you I don’t give a flying rats. Carebear and I usually sit across from each other and say “Blah blah blah” while they talk. Seriously, we say blah blah blah.
We dont’ mind (or at least I don’t) mind technical talk…. most of the time. I mind technical arguments. those are annoying.  I’m just saying that when two geeks (any two geeks) sit down and argue if Picard or Kirk is better or WHATEVER, i’m sick of it. I dont’ want to hear your argument. I don’t want to hear why something else sucks. I just want  to enjoy something that’s good. Why can’t we just be happy and enjoy life and the good things in it?

I’m sick of people who tell me that being a mom is stressful and I should just get used to not being able to relax.

Excuse my french, but that’s Bullshit.

It’s all about taking time for yourself, and having people care about you enough to allow you to take time for yourself. I admit it’s not something that I’m good at, and it’s not something  I’ve taken the time to do. But it’s important!! Otherwise you’ll end up and burned out like me!

Derringer Meryl [dont tell me] out

You know, the bloggers who have actual followers and they get free crap in the mail! THAT KIND!! The Julie/Julia Kind, A Ree Drummond or Crissy from Toy With Me (Mom don’t read that blog. Seriously. Don’t.)

I should get my stuff together and really write something. Sit down, organize and write. I want to be a real writer. I want to be able to have people read my stuff and love it. I’ve got so much to say– now to get a theme, and write it!

Don’t have enough debt to write about getting out of it, don’t have enough talent to cook (I’m lame like that) I only know a little about gardening, and it’s awfully late in the season for it. I could do a geek quilting blog. Or just a quilting blog. I really need to get motivated on my quilting project.

Who knows. Maybe I could write about being a depressed mom who works at a job that makes her insane? (hoohoo?) or maybe I should just stick to fiction 😉

Derringer Meryl [I wish i could find a spot just for me]

Ok, So let’s be frank. I’m not really super mom. No mom is (though her kids might think so!) but last night as I was fiddling on the laptop in my bedroom, and Katie was jumping on my bed, she turned to me and said “MOMMY! Luigi Broke!” and she was sad. See, we got her a Luigi figurine for Audrey’s Birthday. Mostly because if we didn’t, she would have stolen Audrey’s toy. SO,  I take the decapitated little figure, and ask her “Well where’s the head?” and she says “dunno”

Of course. Why the heck would anyone know where his head is.

I start the process of slowly removing blankets and sheets to locate it, all teh while Katie is whining/crying about poor Luigi, broken. Yes, Poor Luigi indeed.  I turn to ask her where she was playing with him when I hear THWOP and the dang thing has rolled under my bed. MY MASSIVE BED. So I try and Scoot the mattress out of the way a bit so I can fish around to grab it. nope, furry kitten attacks my hand… a lot.
Katie hisses at the kitten. Oh great, War of the kitties.  I move the cat out of the way, nope still can’t find it. I Scoot the bed further, and tell Katie to go into the hall, i don’t want her to get hurt.  But she doesn’t listen, OF COURSE. I Scoot the mattress FURTHER and pull up the foundation to look under the bed. and aha! Luigi head! Huzzah! parties and squeals of Joy. We go downstairs and glue him together, and there he sits, drying.

Poor Luigi. Nothing sucks more than being broken.  Katie was enthused that we fixed him though, even though she had to wait. Also she’s a big futurama fan. 🙂

Derringer Meryl [lovin’ you] Out