"I'll be the in to your sane." ~Numan
Have you ever been wholly prepared for something and ready to lay it all out, when suddenly something comes along and makes you shake your head and say "well, nevermind that one"?
See, I was planning a very
redundant really fucking boring
informative post about my some odd obsession with both ABBA and Mom/parenting blogs (there was some connection there, honest) and as I was admiring my brilliance and again questioning why I never was allowed to skip a grade, I came upon an entry at another site
that made my eyes grow as big as saucers and my mouth fall open. Because, seriously, I don't get it. And without going into specifics, lest I want the mighty hand of Amy Storch
to strike down and send me into blog obscurity/eternal brokeness...I just question why in general, women tend to beat each other up about every. little. thing. Not just about parenting and what's best and what's not, but we're talking about shoes, clothing, size, every-fucking-thing turns into a bitch fest, throwdown, drive-by, wherein someone always gets pissed off and no one is any happier or none the wiser about ONE particular issue, than when they started. Mostly I wonder if men have this same problem? Anyone...?
Anyway, that irked me, which it probably shouldn't have because it had absolutely nothing to do with me, but just proves a larger problem at hand, or maybe I'm mistaken. Whatever. On to other things like my perpetual insomnia and the fact that every night this week I've gone to bed at 9:30 PM - alarm set to 5:30 AM, for the gym - only to awake between 1:30 AM and 2AM and stay awake until my alarm goes off then go to sleep until 7:30??? Why? Why? WHYYYYYY God, WHY?
If you really want to see pissed, watch me turn into a trainwreck of jibberish and supreme bitchiness to do a lack of zzzzz's. I promise not to let you down.