Groundhog day

It’s happening again. I get out of bed, look at the house, the crap, the mess, the kitchen, and just want to hide. Is it just me that thinks there’s nothing cute about a Groundhog? I’m waiting for Bill Murray to walk past with his toaster on the way to the bathroom. He’s going to be disappointed. We have no bath. It’s a constant source of disappointment to me, too.

I sigh, start in on the kitchen, the nagging to get dressed, to eat the breakfast, and then wonder why? It’s going to look exactly the same tomorrow. They don’t want to do it, and I don’t want to do it. I know, I know. It’s all in the attitude. When I’m upbeat, kids sense your mood and are much more compliant and willing to be helpful. But sometimes it’s just so bloody HARD.

My husband won two POPAI industry awards the other night. They look like Oscars wearing Native American dress. I’m stoked for him. He’s great at his job, and he’s been working insane hours, and weekends, and we pretty much never see him. I really pleased the industry can recognise that he’s a brilliant designer, and that he’s doing the right thing running his own business. This is the ego boost and adrenalin shot in the arm he’s been needing to keep him powering through those long hours. At the same time though, and I feel crap even saying this, I WANT AN AWARD TOO DAMMIT!!!!! Just something to legitimise what I’m doing, especially when all I do round the house gets undone again, so it has to be done over again afresh the next day.

I’m not a career mum. No judgment there – it’s just not me, because it doesn’t fulfil me personally, and I need other stuff happening in my brain, like work, so I don’t go crazy. I need my job as an editor to feel like I exist as a whole person (whether it’s true or not), and things on the freelance front have been quiet lately. So, I guess this is that time where this is meeeeee beeeeeeing craaaazeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I’m going down, down, down, to CRAZY TOWN!!

I need some ideas to break the monotony of groundhog day. We went indoor scootering the other day. That was kinda fun. Any other ideas? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?