Oh dear reader... what to do, what to do. I have myself listed in a mommy blog directory. I put myself under the "humor" category. To be honest, I don't always feel funny. My life isn't always humorous, and sometimes it's a job just getting out of my pajamas, let alone write something witty. The pressure I feel to write funny things is becoming an un-fun task. Considering re-categorizing myself.
Today for example, I have an IEP for my son. I am not looking forward to this.
I have gained 10lbs.
My skin looks like a 15 year high school girl's, covered in pimples.
I've been eating crappy food and thus feel like crap. Any quick fix will cost me hundreds of dollars (hundreds of dollars which I am saving for my next entrepreneurial venture.)
I am in a slump. A full fledged depressed marshmallowy slump. I've already sent out the invitations to my pity party. Please bring 2 bottles of wine, and be sure to RSVP. I need a headcount so I know how long to get the male stripper for. (I accidentally typed "mail" instead of "male"..... that would be AWKWARD, but a little sexy, i'm not gonna lie.)
So please accept my sincerest apologies for not making you laugh till you fart. Although to be honest, I don't think I've ever made anyone to do that. Consider it a goal if you will.
Bare (bear? I knew I should have taken that community college writing course! dammit all!) with me as I work on getting my funny back. Maybe I should just start drinking earlier in the day.....