I’m too tired to be inspired, let’s face it my mind is empty (i cant for the life of me remember what words go here to complete the sentence) and decorate the walls with pretty pictures from all the memories taken from me.
“Oh look… it forgot one.”
I pick at my nails and stare around the room and feel so insanely tired that I imagine myself walking over to my king size bed located just feet away from where I’m seated in the dining room and fall into a deep sleep, but I have two little boys eating sour cream and onion chips at the table with me.
“If I sleep, they will jump on me.” It’s not really a good idea. “I’m already grumpy.”
Last night my son decided sleep wasn’t something he needed, but an unlimited supply of milk was something he did and I was his butler.
“A zombie butler.” I vagely remember telling him that if he kept waking up to get more milk that he was going to turn into a cow.
My medication and sleep don’t really benifit me so you would think no sleep would, but apparently no sleep doesn’t do me good either.
“I can’t win.”
My minds still blank except for the grumpiness inside me as my son makes about to barf noises in order to get my attention off of the computer. I haven’t written in so long I feel like I have to start somewhere and this is as good a time as any.
It’s tired days like these that I don’t know whether I’m even awake. Going out is harder than being indoors, there is so much to focus on and let’s face it, my focus isn’t well today. I will have to go out though considering my son went through a jug of milk last night.
“I’m still surpised he isn’t mooing yet.” Makes me wonder, “Maybe it takes time.”
I can hear the childrens songs playing from my tv now, I guess I had them blocked out before.
“I want to take mary and her little sheep and put them on a train to anywhere but here. Her and those pick up sticks.”
I play with the earing at my left ear while I stare off blankly again and then glance at the clock seeing that it’s almost time to take my pills again.
“It’s clock work”
I want to go to sleep so badly and taking my pills is only going to make me want to that much more.
“I must resist.”
I could always play with the kids toys, they seem very entertained by them.
I could play hockey on my playstation that I like so much, but I don’t think that will help my sleepy eyes, it tends to make me sleepier. Watching a movie would do the same since I would be sitting on my comfortable bed and want to snuggle in my blankets and dose off and wake to the kids jumping on me.
“Not so plesent.”
I still don’t have a clue what to write for a blog, how about I ask you to help me out?
“Could you please give me ideas of what to write about?”