I’ve been sitting here for the past hour trying to find something, anything to write – yet I’m pulling up a big fat blank. I then looked at the Daily Prompt, hoping for a lifesaver, or a polo or any kind of candy that will save me (excuse the very badly phrased pun) and I found this:
Really! Seriously guys, that’s all you can think of? I’m one of those people that have the mentality ‘If I need to justify anything then to hell with it! I really can’t think of anything that I need to stop from vanishing. Wait, should I reconsider my boys and husband. You know, something, nah, it’s just not worth the effort.
Anyway, post-less I’m still trying to search for something, anything to babble (or type) aimlessly about for the next 500 words or so. After all if I have any hopes of every being a writer someday (which thanks to the crap put forth by 50 Shades of Gray – I’m now convinced is very doable), I need to get writing. So there I am, scouring the internet and looking at my craft pictures and all that, when up comes my youngest; Jo. He’s wanders to where I’m sitting, looks at me and then starts screaming at the top of his lungs. Hoping by piercing my ears with his annoying screeches I will give in and finally pick him up. Jo is like a benign growth on my hip. A talking screaming big lump. He’s big, he’s annoying and he just hangs there and does nothing. Yet if I try to remove him, I’m in for a nasty procedure.
So there he is begging and crying and just asking me to pick him. I take a look at him, pull out my phone, snap this picture:
And then go on writing this post. My husband finally gets a hint from all the screaming, or removes the ear-plugs he somehow magically has on whenever our kids are being annoying and comes to pick him up. 5 minutes later, Jo wanders over and we repeat the same scenario.
Yes, I’m a bad mom. But I did get some cute pictures. And on top of that I am now at officially 396 words, wait now it’s 401, 402, 403…. And there is my post for today!
Anyone out there have any ‘bad mom’ moments they would like to share. Make me feel less bad about myself? Not that I feel that bad, but you know; sharing is caring.