I have bloggers block! My mind is a complete blank! I was going to write about my trip to Target today and about 2 minutes after I started formulating that post in my head, I had this thought: That is lame as shit! This is like when I was a kid and we would get all excited to get out of our small, Iowa town and make the trip to Des Moines or Omaha to go shopping.
For the record, I wasn’t really excited about my trip to Target, it was just the first time I had ever bought groceries there. Also, there are about 10 stoplights between my house and Target and I made it there with only hitting one red light. I’m not making the compelling argument I think I am. Am I?
At first, I thought that the post was lame, but then I started to think it wasn’t just the post, it was me! I was the lame one. That was kind of sad. I thought I needed to completely revamp my life – give it a shot of steroids or something. Then I realized that not only do I not need to do that, I shouldn’t.
I always love watching kids get so excited over minimal things. My mom likes to tell people that she could give me a box of Kleenex and a bowl of water and I would play for hours. I don’t doubt that, because my kids have been playing with the couch pillows for the last half hour.
I’m back to that state (hopefully not my second childhood already) where simple, everyday things are floating my boat! I don’t have to search high and low for that thrill – I just have to walk outside or make a really good dinner. Then, when I do have a night out, it’s a pretty big deal. I was out last Thursday with some friends and didn’t get home until midnight. For a girl who is usually in bed by 8:30 and asleep by 9:30, that is really livin’ it up.
I’m not sure how long this stage of easy amusement will last. Hopefully, it lasts as long as it needs to. Once my kids can be left to their own devices, Ryan and I can start living lives like those couples in the erectile dysfunction commercials. I mean besides the obvious shortcomings, they are busy folks! Boating by day and taking baths in side by side tubs on a cliff under the moonlight at night. A girl can dream…
I never understood the separate bathtub thing in those ED commercials. Wouldn’t one big bathtub be more romantic? Squeamishness over shared cooties shouldn’t be an issue, considering the activity this drug is supposed to be facilitating.