I feel like I’ve been walking around my office for the past two weeks saying either “it’s not my fault!” or “how in the hell did I manage to screw that one up?” over and over and over again. As my father would say, my head is not in the game. But I don’t know where the other heads are at either. I know I’ve been a very poor little blogger girl, but shit’s either getting real or all WTF?! on me and I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit.
I’ve deemed this professional summer fever. Everyone else– my teacher friends and little brothers alike– get summer break. Why do I have to go to work?! In heels and grown-up clothes and with my hair brushed. It’s not fair.
LIFE’S NOT FAIR
Life’s not fair–my mother’s favorite line. Followed by this conversation:Me: But Ellie’s mom lets her do _____. My mother: Do I LOOK like Ellie’s mom?
Also, remember that song You Can’t Always Get What You Want by the Rolling Stones? You know the lyrics– You can’t always get what you want / But if you try sometimes well you might find / you get what you need.
I rewrote it as a kid to– You can’t always get what you but if you just say please it will all work out. Good manners for the win.
I think that’s enough whining for one day. Just wanted to let you know that I’m still alive and kickin’. Just not at full speed.