I sat down last night ready to write this beautifully eloquent post. Maybe something about motherhood, maybe something about life, something I could link up with Shell's Pour Your Heart Out.
The ideas, even some sentences even had popped into my head throughout the day, but as with everything since having three kids, if I don't write it down, I lose it.
That's okay, it could come back to me, after all I am a writer. I sat in my favorite seat on the couch, pulled open my computer and sat.
It was quiet...
Too quiet. The kids all in bed, Eric out of town for work.
A little Property Brothers would do the trick, turned on the TV and once again pulled open my computer.
I closed my computer and decided just to watch the episode, then I would write.
I pulled out one of the blankets and wrapped up, nothing better then watching TV all wrapped up snugly in a blanket.
A hour later I woke up, haven fallen asleep at 8:50.
The sleepiness wouldn't leave my eyes; decided I might as well call it a night.
So here is my post, my profound post about motherhood, this amazing writing with this nugget of inspiration and wisdom that will leave you all amazed and in awe....
Or really it's not. Instead it is much more true to real life, often repetitive and mundane, often a rather straight forward ride.
But those little moments, those moments of inspiration, those events that enliven you and help you remember what it is all about... those are the moments that make it exciting and worth it.
So for now, I will just calmly float and try to enjoy the calm. I will write this simple post that really is more indicative of real life.
Maybe tomorrow I will write something brilliant.