I am dealing with the worst case of writers block imaginable. It isnt that I have nothing to say, nothing to write, nothing worthy of this page. It is that I have to much to choose from. So, I am blocked.......
Do I write about my daughter and her crazy case of the terrific threes? I dont know if it is because she really did miss the terrible twos but jeez, literally ever since she turned three it is like I am dealing with an entirely different child some times. I use to be able to reason with her, I didn't have to yell, she has always been a well mannered child....But now......
Her favorite word is no. She will only do what she wants to do when she wants to do it. She refuses to stay in the cloths you dress her in, and actually you cannot dress her "shes gonna do it", she wont eat her dinner in full....the list goes on.....
Do I write about my dogs that I desperately need to have fixed but cant seem to get any fucking vet to call me back.
Do I write about my nonexistant love life. How Kevin just flat out broke my heart and now acts as though none of that happened....How what I want I still cant have and although I have plenty of options, my heart just continues to stay dormant it seems. Like I cant go one way or the other because its so sick and tired of being broken......Ugh
I have a much longer list but for now..I am just going to watch some Lord of the Rings, nerd out a bit, do my 30 day squat challenge, shower, and then bed.
