I've started 5 different posts within the last few days. I just don't have the time/attention span to finish them.
I've got one about me turning a dog bite into an excuse for a new purse. (I wasn't the one who was bitten, and my dog didn't do the biting, but it was traumatizing enough to warrant a new purse.)
There's another about Miss Marvel and all her milestones. (Reaching the 1st percentile in weight, climbing up the slide, wearing pigtails and being so cute I'M GONNA DIE!)
There's one about the minor league baseball game we went to as a family. (Fun was had by all.)
I've got another about the multiple parties I've hosted this week and the frantic hours I spent cleaning. (One of the parties was a surprise party and it was great. The other was to sell books and not a single person showed up. But at least my house is clean!)
There's yet another about The Big Bang Theory. (The show. Not the actual theory.) (Superman and I LOVE LOVE that show. We've been watching past seasons and are filled with joy. Bazinga!)
The final post sitting in my draft folder is one cataloging all the funny things The Hulk has said lately. ("If my food was broken, I would put Ranch on it. Do you know why? 'Cuz Ranch fixes everything.")
But rather than finish any of those posts, I am going to go finish cleaning my house. The bedrooms are atrocious. The boys' room is so bad I had to actually crack a window to get the smell of dirty socks and bodily functions out. My SIL, her 3 kids, and my in-laws are coming to stay for a few days. My SIL is a bit of neat-freak, so it's a good chance for me to get the house sparkling. (Yes, I find humor in the fact that I'm more nervous for my SIL to see my house than my MIL.)
So, I'm off to tackle the bedrooms. Maybe when I get bored halfway through I'll come back and finish those other posts.
But probably not.