If Momma Ain’t Happy, Ain’t Nobody Happy
If you took the amount of stress I conjured up since my last blog post, and rolled it up into a nice burrito shape, and covered it with sour cream and guacamole and hot salsa, you’d be eatin’ on that thing outta the squeaky plastic take-out container for months. Yeah boy, I was a-feelin’ it. I ended up burning out physically and creatively…a real purdy mess of a girl. I decided to take two weeks off from work, the two weeks the kids would be out of school on Winter Break, and it was Heavenly Slothfulness…no stressing out about work or buying presents or wheretobewhen. I ate. I watched movies. I had lots of Mom Chats. I never did get around to drinking bottles of wine. Say Lah Vee.
For the first time ever, I took pen to paper and wrote out my New Years Resolutions. Stuff like, Smell Good. And Wear Jewelry. Move Your Ass. Do Your Nails. Take A Class. All the selfish stuff that I push aside, and now dammit, gimme it. I finally found a bellydancing class and signed up for it (and I don't care one gorram bit that my current belly is too much like jelly...fack that, I'll shake it off). My earlobes are now busy cuddling earrings. I have stories churning in my head, movies and scenes and seductive kisses that will keep my brain occupied (and which I hope will come out here).
I feel better.
Maybe ready to be a blogger again!
To make up for several absent posts over the last few months, let me atone by shoutin’ out…
Happy Birthday, Mother-In-Law!
Happy Birthday, Other Mother-In-Law!
Happy Birthday, Boy-Child!
Happy Winter Solstice!
Happy New Year!
I leave you now with Matthew Santos, who is fast making his way up to Fantasy Boyfriend (Alternate) position….