It’s 10:30pm and I can barely keep my eyes open. Yet, an unsettled feeling is overwhelming me because I didn’t write a Friday Flip Off today. It’s this damn blog thing – I flip you off first. My Pajama Days, you are all-consuming. I think about blog posts all day long. When the woman at Panera started to have a fight with her colleague yesterday about sales territories I couldn’t help but try and listen close enough to come up with an interesting blog topic. Or every time my children say something funny, I feel like I need to run and write it down. I don’t think I ever gave this much thought to any of my homework my entire school career. And, because every post is really just a glorified rough draft (which drives me crazy) I am finding myself going through older posts and correcting mistakes I missed the first time. I am hopeless. And the most annoying thing about blogging? That I never seem to have enough time to acknowledge or write all of the wonderful people who take the time to write me comments. It is a bitter sweet frustration to have, right? Flipping Off one of the greatest pleasures of my life. So maybe just a little flip, or half a flip.
If I could figure out a way to use my toes as well as my hands to flip off exercising I would do it immediately. It is such a time suck. I mean, the earliest Jazzercise class that I can get to is at 9:30am. (I would also like to shake a finger at those damn jazz squares too, coordinated I am not.) By the time I get out of class it is almost 11am. That might sound early enough to some, but as a stay at home mom, that means more than half of my day is already over and somehow I need to fit in errands, groceries, cleaning, groomers, school carpool, swimming and gymnastics. Yesterday I didn’t get on the treadmill until 9:15pm. Again, a bitter-sweet flip off because although exercising steals my day I know in the long run, I will be better for it.
My biggest, fattest and most scary finger contortion goes to Costco at the moment for being totally out of my favorite wine. I knew it was a summer wine, but I think I was in a little bit of denial. At one point there had been 12 bottles in my wine cabinet and now…zero. I am so devastated that my Sweet Shiraz is gone that I might stop drinking all together.
I know that there were other, much more notable flip offs this week but I forgot to jot them down along the way. Bad blogger. Hopefully everyone is getting their holiday lists whittled down instead of running around in a panic. Have a great weekend and check out the other Friday Flippers at MommaKiss.