Lacking Inspiration

So, generally I try to make this blog entertaining.   I was reading recently (Hi, Carrie) that there are different types of Mom blogs.  There’s the one where Mom spills her guts and tells you how she’s feeling all the time.  There’s the one that’s supposed to be funny and centers mainly around hilarious poop stories, and there’s the one that’s supposed to be educational (homeschooling blogs, money-saving blogs, etc.) 

I am (obviously) shooting for number two – hilarious poop stories.  Problem is, we’re all potty trained now.  (Can’t believe I just referred to that as a problem.)  So the poop has really left the blog.

That, generally, leaves me with the funny things the kids say.  But, see?  They’re not being all that funny at the moment.  It’s been three months now that we’ve been here, and the novelty is starting to wear off.  It’s like they suddenly realized “Hey!  Dad is gone!  He’s like, GONE gone.  I mean, sure, we have Grandma and Aunty Suz and Uncle Aaron… and parks and pools…. and more toys than fit into this apartment… and Mom takes us to McDonalds once a week…. but HE’S GONE!” and the behavior is deteriorating rapidly.  From the Twink I am getting many eye rolls and door slammings.  Jonas has just stopped listening to me altogether.  The best part?  We are only halfway done.  The mind boggles.

I promise not to switch to a feelings blog.  Nobody wants to read about that.

And I’m not feeling all that full of tips lately.  I can barely figure out my own life, how could I help any of you?  (People who find this blog by Googling “How to keep a two year old busy” – this message is especially for you.  I’m truly, deeply sorry I led you all here under false pretenses.  I thought it was a cute title for the post where I left the house with no toys, books, or snacks.  I  hope you found something more helpful after you left here in disgust.)

Tomorrow I promise to pay extra close attention, and the second anyone says anything that the internetz might find amusing I’ll rush right over.  Tonight, I’d appreciate it if everyone thought happy thoughts at my children.  Please let them return to their delicious and amusing selves soon, before I kill them.

 

 

 

(I probably wouldn’t really kill them.  I’d just bring them to Mom’s house and run when nobody was looking.)

 

 

 

(Mom?  Pay no attention to that last line.  Totally kidding.  So I’ll see you Friday, right?)