Get Ready to be Bored

I have been staring at a blinking cursor for about 10 minutes. I get up, walk away, come back, and it's still there. Blinking cursor. WRITE SOMETHING, it says to me. And I have nothing to write. Which is weird. Because I love writing. But sometimes, the words won't come. Which is weird. Because I have so many words. Ask anyone that knows me. My words, they are abundant.

So, what am I doing right now? I'm sitting at my kitchen table, typing these words. Ellie is sitting in her high chair, eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It's a little too early for her to be eating lunch, but it's a Friday and I am fresh out of creative activities for her and she is asking for "Nummy Nummies!" (her word for food) so I gave in. There is a load of laundry going as I am washing the sheets for our weekend guests. Grant is playing in a golf tournament this weekend and his playing partner lives on the other side of town so he is staying with us for the weekend. And, his gorgeous, hilarious wife will be joining him. And she happens to be my college roommate for 3 years and one of my top 10 favorite people in the whole wide world, so we will have fun. We like to eat food together which is one of our favorite pastimes. 

We're even planning a double date night without Ellie for Saturday night so that we can have adult conversation and I don't have to spend my entire meal coming up with fun distractions for a toddler that would very much like to walk around a restaurant unattended and unsupervised. 

And this has been the worst blog post in the history of all blog posts.

I'm such a fantastic writer!