Sleepy Ramblings of a YesterYear

My exhaustion has hit an all time high.
I don’t quite get it, the need to get up in the morning at some god forsaken hour, go into work, go from work to doctors, doctors to work, and work till I am ready to pass out, gym for an hour, rinse repeat. I will admit that in my 30s, it’s interesting because I will say I haven’t done anything completely crazy. I’ve always wanted a tattoo, nope didn’t do that. Never got on a reality show, not that it’s a bad thing.

I mean, think about it this way. Back in the day, I saw Piggy from the Road Rules in Seattle’s Pike’s Place. She looked at me like three heads when I was talking about the brass pig. She just oozed strange. I feel like to a certain extent that you have to be a bit strange to hop on those reality shows. From Real World to Top Chef to Hell’s Kitchen there’s just a tad bit of strange going on.

It’s odd too, I have some interesting story lines milling through my brain. Nothing in comparison to like real writers or anything but just beginning’s of stories. God bless dating your dissertation I guess. I literally am writing this before I eat at like 9pm. I will eat, watch Heroes and go to bed. Rinse repeat.

I’m starting to realize I’m kind of boring. That everyone around me has this fabulous drama and I have nothing. Perhaps that’s more of a good thing than I even realize.

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10 Responses to “Sleepy Ramblings of a YesterYear”

  1. geekhiker Says:

    I kinda know how you feel. I walked around a travel show yesterday with some acquaintances of mine who are all much better traveled than me. I always feel like my life has been so damn dull in comparison…

  2. Jackie Says:

    Dude, I’ve been a mother since I was 17. Half of my life. I have gone nowhere, and done nothing that makes people go, “Ooooh! How NEAT!”

    I’m sorry you’re so exhausted. Wish there was something I could do.

  3. Kara Says:

    the secret to life is everyone is boring we’re all just trying to have the next best adventure to seem cool enough to everyone else. And then it hit me that I only wanted people around me who liked who I really am. πŸ™‚

    I’m sorry your so tired…I know how you feel.

  4. cripkitty Says:

    GH: Sometimes traveling is more exhausting than you realize. It is fun to see new places, but I can’t tell you how much I was just craving sitting in front of my TV last night with my really bad couch that I’ve had for 20 years.

    J ~ I would never call your life going nowhere. Like…ever. To me at least, imho, motherhood is an adventure all it’s own. Both good and bad from what I can tell the outside looking in. Perhaps I need to arrange it once I defend, you guys come up here. I get to give my supremo boring talk, then take you out about the town.

    K ~ Do you remember when we were little when just going down to the totlot by ourselves was an adventure? I see that a lot now in your boys. The next new great thing. It’s nice to see. πŸ™‚

  5. Jackie Says:

    It’s an adventure, sure, but it doesn’t happen to involve a passport and a white sand beach. Grrr.

    Bring it on! I welcome torturing you with my kids! I should warn you; us visiting you is NOT a cure for exhaustion.

  6. cripkitty Says:

    J ~ Let’s put it this way, I went to see my nephews last night was more tired than when I got there! I understand that. I think that my eldest nephew might like your little one.

  7. Jackie Says:

    Is he a demon?

  8. cripkitty Says:

    Given that his mother replied to this post, the safe bet is no. He can be in his own way, but you know 4 year old boys need exposure to 4 year old girls to like…what’s the parental way to put it…know how to deal with them in a way that won’t cause permanent emotional damage later on in life…yeah, that’s it.

  9. Jackie Says:

    Hahahahahaha!

    Sigh.

  10. thelittlefluffycat Says:

    When my eldest was five he was engaged. She was the only female who could make him do stuff besides me, and she told him they were engaged and he sighed and said, “sure.”

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