Um, huh.. what?

I think I've lost all desire to be interesting. I've become, well, simple in my conception. I've become domestic. I am Betty Crocker.

I just made a killer dinner tonight. I'm a regular 'mom.' Today's dinner included some fantastic fresh local Brussel Sprouts, steamed perfectly and served with a slightly spicy cheese sauce. Also included was some fresh corn on the cob, baked with salt and butter in the oven. Lovely cod fillets (they were frozen but freakin' good) and some noodles on the side for energy. Lovely colors on that plate and I wish I had twice as many of those Brussel Sprouts. Tasty suckers.

I am now rewarding myself with a piece of baklava.

I will be very sticky by the time I am done this yummy piece of butter, nuts and honey.

Punk boy and I have started house hunting. Only been a few days and I am already frustrated. Why do things have to be so difficult? I also think this house hunting has helped me with my desire to put no effort into being interesting.

Shits been pretty surreal these days. Friends house got broken into, the Sea Monkey is almost walking, two months and I'll be back at work, Punk Boy off for about another four to six weeks because of his broken hand (but on the good side, he has no cast. Broken that sucker pretty good and has to do some serious physiotherapy to get everything tip top). Still without day care for the rug rat and I'm starting to get pretty stressed out about it. I feel like I'm alone in this hunt for it and am finding it so difficult. There's a lot of responsibility trust on my shoulders and they ache. I need a massage.

I'm boring. It pains me a little bit. I have nothing to say to my friends when I see them as my life is all diapers and baby milestones. I'm sure they are sick of hearing it, but that's my sun right now, that's all I revolve around. I've become so completely boring even I wouldn't want to spend time with me. I'm not offended, I completely see what I've become.

My posture is completely negative. I have a horrible roll in my shoulders as a type this. Even typing about it isn't forcing me to correct the issue, like it usually does. I'm rambling about it and yet, here I sit, shoulders slumped and rolled forward. I probably look pretty dejected.

Truth be told, as negative as this all may sound, I don't feel all that negative. I have a sort of subtle acceptance of the issues here.

Daycaredaycaredaycaredaycaredaycare...

This is how my brain works these days. I'm off thinking about something and my lack of day care suddenly pops into my head. I give myself heartburn...