I don’t want to write a post today about how my two youngest children each came home last Friday with a copy of the same letter, sent to the school by a mother of a little girl who told her that two children with very similar names as them (and by “very similar” I mean exactly the same) have been stealing her snack out of her back pack every morning. Of course, if I did want to admit this and write a post about it, I’d probably go on to tell you that the letter said that this had been going on for about a MONTH and that the poor little girl had been hiding her snack in a different part of her back pack but that these hellions keep finding it anyway. I would further clarify that the word “hellions” was not used in this letter, if I were, in fact, writing a post about this. And I would also probably tell you that, were the tables turned, I would have probably used that term, and therefore, the note made me feel worse than it would have had it been written in anger.
I don’t want to write a post today about how much I HATE BEING A GROWN UP sometimes. Things like taxes and keeping up with what all I’ve volunteered for or am otherwise responsible for doing make me sick to my stomach. It’s a shameful feeling and so, therefore, I am not writing about that either.
I don’t want to write a post today about how I get myself into so much trouble simply because I do not want to engage in any conversations that could bring conflict or further discussion. This is a major character flaw that I really need to fix. But, I don’t want to talk about that either, so I’m not writing a post about it.
I don’t want to write a post today about how my diet is going really well, and since the first of the year I’ve lost 5 pounds, because that would lead directly into the topic of walking and/or any other form of exercise, which I haven’t been able to bring myself to do in over a week. I blame the weather, just so you know, but we’re not going to talk about that right now in any event.
I don’t want to write a post today about how I can not find any inspiration to write a decent, funny blog post.
I don’t want to write a post today about how far behind on my assigned reading I am for a) a review that I promised to write for a fellow blogger’s first book; b) a class I’m taking at church; and c) a diet that I’ve been assigned reading homework in.
So, I guess I’m not writing a blog post today.