Broken Things

As much as I would really like to, I will refrain from blogging in haiku like Rosie O'Donnell. (Wait, was that a reference from seven years ago, or is she still blogging in haiku? Just checked, yes, she is. Good to know.)

I am not feeling myself lately, and it seems to be extra hard for me to post something on here. I am not sure if it is because it is difficult for me to write, or just write positively about things. And, since I usually write about my kids, I want to refrain from writing about them until I can get back on the happy train.

It seems I am in one of those funks. You know, the kind where nothing is going right and everything is breaking. Like your dishwasher, refrigerator, and DVR all in one day. It is a sad truth that the DVR breaking is the most devastating. I almost started crying because we lost "Ratatouille" that was DVRed two years ago, because it is Sam's favorite thing to watch in my bed, and the fact that it is erased means that he is growing up and will move out of my house, and everything is sad and BROKEN, and OMG I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON. So, yeah. That is where my head space is lately.

I am not posting this to get pity from anyone and certainly not to freak anyone out (Grandma, I am fine!) I just think it is good to be honest and real.  And you know, sometimes I feel like crap. And, sometimes I feel like a failure. And, sometimes I want to shout-ask everyone on Pinterest if they really make all that stuff.

So, I will try to keep up with things on here, but it may be slow going. I also find it to be funny that I am writing as if anyone reads this. Does it make me crazier if I am basically just talking to myself? Don't answer.