I am desperate to write, as it always makes me feel so much better. However, inside my brain is a tornado of thoughts, topics, issues & desires, which I haven't been able to pick from. Do I write about finding my son stuffed inside a mailbox earlier this week, or the mom at preschool who finds it necessary to wear stilettos every fricken day?
So there you have it. Once again, my brain cloud is clogged. Since my children are playing the part, we're headed to the zoo for the day. Seems we all need to get out.
I'm crossing my fingers that this teensy bit of writing will be the mental draino that I so desperately need.
Please don't give up on me. I promise I'll be right back....