Proceed only if you want to hear the mundane musings of my ADD mind...
Why does my 13-month-old refuse to eat anything off his high-chair tray but gobble up all the junk he threw off the tray once it's on the floor and covered with lint?
Why do I go to Wal-Mart and spend $115 only to realize the next day that we are out of toilet paper and therefore forced to swipe ourselves with Papa Johns napkins?
Why is it so hard to get a freaking shower?
Why will Trader Joe not come to my town? Why does he force me to stock up on his amazing and reasonably-priced delicacies only when I am visiting locales so very far from me? Doesn't he know I am his #1 fan? Doesn't he know I could single-handedly keep a local store in business? Doesn't he know how much I need him in my life?
Why is my naked and unlit Christmas tree still in my living room on Jan. 8th?
Why is my daughter apparently the only 7-year-old in the universe not allowed to watch Hannah Montana? And why do I feel like the most tyrannical mother in the world as a result?
Why do I have aberrant yet frequent fantasies about being on Broadway...when my reality is the lackluster life of a 35-year-old homeschooling mother of 3 and all the mess and mayhem that entails? Maybe I should just entitle my life. Hmmm... Les Miserables? Wicked?
Why did Jerry Seinfeld and not me turn mundane musings such as these into an award-winning, bazillion-dollar-revenue-earning sitcom? And my own musings just sit in a blog that I'm pretty sure only my mom reads?
Off to get that elusive shower...hopefully.