Mindless Mom

So this morning on my drive into work I was caught behind a car that had one of those diamond-shaped “Baby on Board” signs suctioned to the inside of their back window. All together now………awwwwwwww.

As we both rounded a bend off of the highway ramp I couldn’t help but notice that the overprotective mother who has extreme concern for the welfare of her infant strapped into the car seat, as noted by the “Baby on Board” sign that has carefully been placed directly above his or her carseat, threw a cigarette butt out of her window. The following thoughts raced through my head:

1. You littering SOB.

2. You’ve got to be kidding me that you are displaying signs promoting safety and caution around your vehicle for the sake of your child, yet you’ve trapped them inside a 4′ x 4′ junk box w/ a smoke chimney emptying it’s content into your vehicle. By “smoke chimney” I mean you, crazy lady.

3. UNBELIEVABLE!

4. I’m glad the cigarette is still lit on the cement. Maybe the toddler walking across the street with his father can step on the lit butt and burn himself. Then again, maybe she’ll glance down, whip open her car door and take another drag before tossing it in a different direction. No sense wasting it when you can inhale more black soot into your lungs. I wonder if she’s the chick who’s 2-yr-old was videotaped smoking pot?

5. She needs to change her sign to “Stupid On Board”.

And to think all of this in my head…………and it’s Friday, not Monday.

I’m in a funk this week.  Tired beyond belief and sick of this f(%*)#(%*#)(%* weather!  I’m one of the few Ohians who actually love the snow, but I have to admit I’ve reached my limit.  Good timing, as the radio dj announced a forecast of 1-3 inches of snow coming tonight on my drive in today.  UGHHHHH!!!!!

Snow aside, due to my “funk” I have chosen to ignore the following questions over the last three days.   A few of them “I wasn’t going to go there” and others I flat out refused to answer for fear of what would spew from my mouth (basically they are one in the same):

“What’s for dinner?”

“But mom, why won’t anyone tell me what a drag queen is?” (spoken by my innocent 5-year-old after watching The Bee Movie purchased by my mother - once again, thank you feature films)

“When I wake up I want some toast, some mac & cheese, some juice, some Easter candy, some pizza, some pizza for Sammy too.  You get me all dose tings mommy?”  (Yeah, let me get right on that Sarah.)

“Did you sleep well last night?”

“Is that a new sweater?” (No, it’s 8 years old….thanks for the reminder that I look like a 75-year-old retired school teacher.)

“Did you get that email I sent?” (It was sent 2 minutes before I walked into a meeting.)

“What’s with you?” (here’s the one you’ll want to refer back to the “didn’t want to go there” preface)

So I’m quickly learning that the life of a blogger may not be for me.  I’ve been screwing around with the font and layout of this page for like two hours tonight and I’m over it! 

 Let me sleep on this new found responsibility (meant in the loosest sense of the word) and decide which direction I’m taking this good old blog of mine.  Something tells me it may be right out the door.  Unless of course, I start pulling material from the mouths of my kids - which could set me up for life on this blogline. 

Sweet dreams.