It's almost 10pm on a Saturday night as I sit here to begin this post...
I just came from my bedroom, whereby I rocked my sweet Blossom to sleep...
I walked to the older four childrens bedrooms and kissed them all goodnight....
came out to the kitchen and made myself an enormous mug of milo and sat here at my desk cradling it in my hands to warm them..
I can glance to my right and see my husband with a serious look on his face watching the Bombers in the lounge room...
*sigh*
and so here it is.....
I think I'm in a funk!
and not the groovy Saturday Night Fever kinda funk...no no no...it's the shitty ass kinda funk!
Have you ever been in a funk?
It's not pretty...
I have sat here a few times over the last couple of days and began 3 posts that never quite turn out the way I planned, and so I just put them into my edit box for a day when I have the brain capacity to finish them...
I hate doing that, especially since there was one in particular I was dying to publish
but it needed to marinate a little longer before other eyes could read it...
It posed the question
"When did it become more socially acceptable to eye roll your children to strangers than to praise them?
It kinda gives me the irks...Mothers bagging their children...eye rolling the thought of school holidays and Mothers in need of "me" time....all the freakin time...''''''
*sigh*
See...I'm shitty...and if you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all....
p.s don't publish a post in that state of mind...it'll come back and "Bite Yo In Yo ASS".....
I'm throwing off negative energy and that's not like me....
I've got the funk.... majorly!
Hmmm maybe I should smudge myself????....jokes""""
It's time some Rainbow chasing, lolly pop lickin, yellow wearing, fairy loving happiness....
I've come to know this about myself, whether it be from the more children I have or the age I am but
sometimes a Mumma needs to hibernate, to stop, slow down, do as little house work as possible, to cook only the basics, stay in her pj's for a few days, only getting dressed when necessary, to come out the other end....gloriously recharged...
or maybe that's just me?
The funk can go leach off someone else....
I'm ready for some fun....
xoxox

