I’m having a hard time getting into the swing of things in blog land. I’ve felt largely uninspired, which is disturbing considering it’s January and I should be starting the New Year off with vigor, but instead, I’ve got nothing, which is odd, since at one time, I could roll out a blog post a day. That’s just not happening these days.
It’s also odd because I haven’t stopped thinking. In fact, I can’t shut my brain down, which one would think would be a good thing, but turns out that sometimes it can be quite annoying when your thoughts won’t stop following you everywhere you go. Usually all that thinking translates into writing, but not this time.
Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe my mind has been working over time because I have not been writing. Who the hell knows?
So, in the interest of getting things rolling around here, here’s a snippet of the things that have been going through my mind, in no particular order, my kids (always my kids), kids growing up, kids with anxiety, kids and other kids, neighbor kids, kids with nightmares, kids with headaches, kids being disrespectful, kids and video games, kids and Minecraft, raising kids, kids playing sports, adults ruining sports for kids, kids that wake up early, the Internet and kids, food to feed kids, food shopping, cleaning up after kids, teaching kids to clean up after themselves, cleaning up after myself, getting my kids laundry under control, figuring out why my towels don’t smell fresh, cooking, my house and pretty much every aspect that you can imagine when thinking about your house, and homework, with some random real world problems thrown in if I’ve been listening to NPR.
Working out has also been on mind, though my mind has been trying to ignore this thought as much as possible. Starting up again is the worst. I remind myself of this every time I start over. Nothing like putting months and months of work in to start at ground zero, again. The problem is that this thought disappears when I start slacking off for a day, or ninety. Once I’m off the bandwagon, it’s hard to get back into the swing of things, but I’ve been trying. Especially since the last time I put on a fresh pair of laundered jeans, every time I took a step, my other leg automatically followed, and not in a good way. Do you know what I’m talking about? If not, it’s called your jeans are too tight.
Speaking of jeans (I guess jeans have been on mind, too), I’ve been trying to find a new pair of bootleg jeans for a while, now. My old bootcut ones are on their last leg, the black ones are now grey, and not in a good way, and the light blue (now bordering on acid wash) almost ready to retire. The last time I wore them I noticed a drafty hole forming near the crotch. Unfortunately, this seems to be the place where my jeans split. I wish I could be one of those cool people, who wear cool holes in the knees, and then look even cooler wearing them, but I’m not. Considering a crotch/thigh split was how I lost my last favorite pair of skinny jeans, I should probably be doing more work while wearing my jeans and less eating.
But back to the buying, one would think, with the bounty of choices available to Americans, that buying a new pair of jeans would be an easy task. But every pair of jeans that seem to be a contender (and by contender I mean under a hundred dollars and petite in length), seems to be made with so much stretchy material that five minutes in and I’m bearing my backside for all to see, every time I bend over, which based on the amount of times I have to pull up my pants in a day, is surprisingly a lot. So, I got to reading about this stretchy jean phenomenon, and it seems that most jeans have a cotton to spandex ratio, and the retailers that I frequent have been tipping the scales with the spandex. Apparently, it’s the more expensive jeans (closer to the two hundred dollar range) that have more cotton.
It really is a conundrum, unless of course, it is one of those days that I am listening to NPR and then it just seems like a stupid first world problem, but I digress…
So, I keep searching, but just not lately, because I think I have shopping fatigue, too (January is doing a number on me). I’m not saying that I won’t ever ante up for a great pair of jeans. I love jeans and can be seen wearing them five out seven days. But before I take the plunge, I need to drop five pounds and not pick them up again. That’s a lot of pressure, especially when I’m in such an uninspiring funk.
We’ll talk soon.