Somewhere between the chlorine fumes at the pool and one too many Boston Coolers this summer I’ve lost the will to be motivated. By month six of my self-imposed retirement, I was ready to take on the world. Now, nearing the end of month eight, I’ve let go the nanny I’ve always been wary of mainly because I am not filling my free time doing anything that meaningful. (Ah yes, there is beauty in shopping at Target, but cheap sweaters don’t always fill the void.)
Once the eighty-degree sunny weather hit and decided to stay for more than a week, I decided to turn it off and tune into the wonders of two-year-old (TYO) dialect.
TYO: Mommy, what are we gw’an to do noowwwww?
Mommy: I don’t know, whatever we want.
TYO: I want to paaaaay.
TYO: No no. No want to go to errands. Want to paaaay.
So play we do. All day and night. Until I realize we’re out of milk or something and then I walk to the Speedway on the corner and buy some bad, hormone-laced in BPA bottle generic brand that will disintegrate my child’s brain or something. I haven’t posted in quite sometime over there where my mug shot smiles out from some alternative working mom universe. I did post here recently, mainly because I had a sob story to tell and I don’t want my friends Jill and Beth to think I’ve completely gone AWOL in the blog world.
Speaking of AWOL, so are any vestiges of readers I once had here. I know you get what you give, and I’ve given so little of late, I’m not surprised by my lack of readers, but it’s yet another reminder of the lazy-ass summer lovin’ blob I’ve become. I’m even 3 episodes behind on Project Runway and wasn’t even sure if what I was watching was the new season.
It’s quite fun forgetting there’s a world of motivated mothers out there. Those who defy the odds, grace magazine pages, have hit books , so on and so forth. I can see why people opt-out never to return to the world of deadlines, projects, and conference calls. Sure, paychecks are nice, (there are so many fall items like THIS BAG that I’m seriously coveting, but seriously cannot afford), but they’re nothing compared to a sweet farmer’s tan and your kid’s dirty fingernails.
Ahh … that purple sure is perrrrty, though…
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Auh. I feel you. I have def. had the lazies this summer.
I am still here for you!!! (not sure what that is worth on the street…)
Oh, that bag could give you something to write about at least- would that make it a bit more affordable? : )
Steph
My motivation left me a few weeks back myself
I would gladly give up my paycheck right now for a few play days. Soon though very, soon.
Hmm, I feel the same way, but how are we supposed to spend without our paychecks? think that we need to figure out some stuff to do (work) that we like a little more. I think I’m going to work on a career change anyone with me? Anyone have some good sources to use? I have been mainly sticking to blogs nicolewilliams.com, selfmademom.com, etc. Anyone have any others? Those ones are pretty good.
I’ve still got SMM in my Google Reader. I’m here for ya, kid. I haven’t been keeping up with the blogging thing for the opposite reason. Too much going on.
I do have a job and still seriously can’t afford that bag. It is awesome.
You’re in my reader–and so easy to keep up with these days
Steph is right- you can write about the bag, and then it should qualify as a work expense that you can write off, yes?
Between family duties and your new volunteer/civic ones I’m sure you’re not a slacker. I can’t imagine it. And a break from the Internets every now and again is a healthy thing.
Looking forward to your next post, whenever it may be.
Sounds like you’re just on a much needed vacation. I’ve really enjoyed the summer, but I can’t wait until school starts back up so that not only can my almost 5 year old stop driving me nuts, but we’ll have some enforced structure to our day!
The problem with the bag is just when you’re feeling really great about carrying it, some teenage girl with a much, more expensive bag show up. I know. I just bought a great bag at a ridiculously cheap price at an outlet mall. I still love my bag, but the teenager girl with the four-figure bag in front on me did remind me that it’s just stuff. Even if it makes me really happy, it’s not as great as being able to play with our girls each day.