Tomorrow will be Sunny!
It’s time I was in bed, fast asleep, tucked up with my cosy pillow and the scatterings of glitter that Sausage chucked all over the bed this morning. But instead I’ve been sat watching Horace play computer games, fidgetting and thinking, ‘I should blog’ and feeling guilty for not doing so. It’s ridiculous. Blogging appears to have turned into a cigarette substitute. ‘I’ve not blogged today’ – the words now trigger a guilt complex and a complete inability to walk away from the keyboard. I can’t help myself. I must type crap.
So anyway, this is me resolving my neurotic need to type stuff. I’m writing about the need to blog. Even if this actual blog is not blogworthy. I’ve fulfilled my duty to erm…..nobody, for erm…..no reason. You see today, I ambled around the house, changed Sausage’s underpants about a billion times due to his incredible capacity to wee more than his own body weight anywhere except in the potty – watched CBeebies until I felt like I’d had a lobotomy – stared out the window longingly – did the school run punctuated with poor D falling over and cried very slightly at her teacher whilst telling her to sort her act out and stop some little madam bullying my daughter. (takes a breath).
You see today wasn’t really worth recording, in fact it was a none-day. If I could start it again, I would. And I’d make biscuits, and phone a friend, and be happier. I’m such a miserable git some days. It’s this rain, I swear it washes the life out of me!
Tomorrow it will be sunny. If, perchance, it isn’t – I’ll damn well pretend and wear sunglasses and a bikini or something. That’d be funny at least, and then I’d have something to blog about.