Filed under: Exile, Goats, P2, P3, Working Mom | Tags: Parenting, Working Moms
I can’t think of anything to say. Which doesn’t make any sense. My life isn’t any different from two weeks ago, when I had plenty of things to say. The goats are still insane. The nanny is still here. The GOAT-D job is still a perpetual cycle of counting to ten before I open my mouth. I cannot for the life of me figure out why I haven’t written anything in almost two weeks. Goat #1 still baffles with his nightly excuses for getting out of bed (last night, the problem was “the song is just STUCK in my HEAD. I need to go watch TV for a little while to make it go away…”) The usual bon mots are flying out of Goat #2’s mouth (yesterday she made up a new song and accompanied herself on her toy drum. It was almost a tribal war chant, actually, “Ike is in really big TROUBLE….”) Last week, I endured a sitcom-worthy clusterf*ck of miscommunication at work when I told them I was taking a Graduate Assistantship in Poli Sci/Public Administration. Good grief, PA and I even got out of the house for dinner out with other adults last Friday at the local Bierstube (May I recommend the kartoffelpuffer?) And still, I have nothing to say.
Instead of trying to force the kids to do something cute to cure Mommy’s writer’s block come up with something to say or even just sitting down and writing, I put to work my stellar problem-solving talents and came up with the following list of potential sources of the problem:
- I have no muse. Or, if I do have a muse, it has been incommunicado. NADAcommunicada, if you will. I secretly suspect that I DO have one, but it has been remiss in its duties. And you know who you are. So enough already. My reader(s) deserve(s) better!
- I have spent a LOT of time reading some new blogs* I have discovered recently. And the wealth of talent is staggering. Which is, of course, intimidating. I mean, what the hell am I THINKING, calling this blathering I do, this online diary, a blog in that sort of company? I feel like I enrolled in a beginner’s writing workshop and got the weeks mixed up (much like Spring Break — HA!) and showed up all excited and ready to learn and found a meeting of the Algonquin Round Table.
- When not cowering in the corner, overwhelmed by all the skillz reading new blogs, I have been perfecting my soon-to-be-patented “How Not to Win Friends in the Financial Aid Department (But Who Cares Cuz Stuff is Getting DONE NOW So You Can Take Your Money and Buy New Ones)” technique. Any of you who want tips or pointers for dealing with inept Fin Aid employees, leave your contact information (and yeah, go ahead and leave your Viking name, too. I miss that. Here’s the link in case you’ve forgotten how while I was gone) in the comments. (Act now, because once I score that patent, it’s gonna cost ya.)
*Seriously, check out the blogroll. I’ve linked to some of them in posts before (although apparently there is a proper protocol for this of which I am completely ignorant, so I’m a little leery of doing that again.) But I have them all in my Google Reader under “The Best” now. And yes, I realize I keep pointing you all to other stuff to read instead of creating content myself. It’s much easier than thinking up stuff to write.
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