I'm blogging today because my BlogHer ad contract dictates I must blog at least once a week. I sort of find this laughable because I've never received a check from BlogHer. I think my BlogHer ads have made about $1.29 in the entire time they've been running. And I can't even figure out how to login to their Open Ad Stream thing to figure that out.
But y'all don't care about all that, do you?
To tell you the honest truth, I haven't been blogging because I'm sad. And when I'm sad I don't want to talk much.
I'd like to say that things around my house are all rainbows and butterflies all the time but they're not. This month the kids have been out of school and they're driving me crazy like you can't believe. I am officially the meanest mom ever because I can't tolerate even a second more of the insanity and I snap at them constantly.
There is never a quiet moment in our house. They're either arguing with each other or they're running through the house like maniacs or the TV is on full blast. I want to shove my head under the covers and cry myself to sleep... but if I did that nothing would ever get done around here and I'd only wake up to things being worse.
I envision myself just driving away and not looking back. Is that normal? There's only so much stress a person can take without a prescription for Xanax.
Monday, June 29, 2009
BlogHer made me do it
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7 comments:
Ughh the dreaded BlogHer message - man have I been there!
I know it's tough to write when you're feeling that way because you either feel like all your doing is being bitchy or that you'll say something you later regret.
{{Hugs}} and I hope things are looking up for you again soon. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help.
Definitely very normal. At minute another of my hairs turns white every time I hear "Mooooommmmmiiiiieee" which is roughly every 43 seconds.
Roll on September!
I'm there with you! The past few weeks have seemed particularly hellish! Every time my husband asks if he can get me something or what I want for dinner I say, "Prozac! Lots and lots of Prozac!"
Hey, Beth! I'm sorry you're having trouble logging in to check your stats. I've asked our help desk to contact you - hopefully we can get things straightened out for ya.
I really think we all feel like this sometimes. Even those people who live alone...they just get irritated elsewhere instead of home.
I hear you on the being sad thing. I either want to not talk, or i want to just blurt it all out in one giant post, but of course, I can't do that because I would hurt peoples' feelings.
Very understandable, we all can relate to the feeling of life being too much and moms can totally relate to the kids driving you nuts, we all have our moments with our 'little angels'. I have always called mine 'little urchins' affectionately, of course (lol)
you just made me cry. i haven't been posting as much as well lately because not everything is la vie en rose, u know?
anyhow... hang in there.... cuz i know i'm trying to.
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