Do I even want to be like these people? I'm just too tired to try...

What? I'm tired after having two snow days, two partial days of work, and this one full day on Friday at work?  AND it's a three day weekend? 

You Betcha.

Only I'm not physically tired.  I am just mentally exhausted.  Ever been there? 

There are about a million things that I feel like I need to be doing, and probably time to get some of them done, but for some reason I just can't seem to get started.  Drives me insane...because then at the end of the day you didn't get ANY of it done, and I end up going to be feeling like a big fat lazy failure. If that's not enough, I waste my time (that I need to be accomplishing something) by reading blogs.  Now I know that these women are not blogging to make me feel guilty that my life is not more fabulous and they are mostly documenting the good things in their life almost like a grown up diary (that you actually want your little sister to read), but gosh.darn.it.  they are really good at making me feel like I've got some serious changes to make in order to be a good wife and one day actually raise a child! 

After reading about every one's wonderful redecorating and what not, I start adding things to my list...
I get bothered that my house isn't spotless
I get annoyed that I don't look around me from our 40 yr old love seat and don't see a wonderfully decorated house
Crap, I get mad at the love seat...why haven't I at least put a slip cover over this hideous pink that lived in my husbands frat house and is probably covered with who knows what.
It adds up in a hurry and that's just looking around in the living room...see what I'm getting at?

Let's not talk about all the fabulous craft ideas, recipes, and fashion advice....and HOW do you people always know to take a picture of the most random things. When I'm trying a new recipe the thought to gather all my ingredients on the counter and take an actual picture to show the blog world simply does not cross my mind...I just don't think about things like that. Period.  and I'm not crafty, I don't know that I want to be....

I'm just a little grumpy for some reason today, and this trivial little stuff is really getting to me.  Well, to be perfectly honest much deeper things are under my skin these days, but this is the stuff I feel comfortable complaining about.  Isn't that funny?  I would rather document this silly stuff than actually blog about the things that are really bothering me...my pink couch doesn't really bother me, I don't want to craft, or cook, or take pictures of flour before I use it,  I have no desire for my first thought to be "this should totally go on my blog/facebook" 

Instead I'm going to try to focus on the big things in life:
I'm someone's favorite person in the entire world
      someone's best friend
      someone's daughter (and daughter in law)
     
and for today that's going to have to be enough.