The Facebook Status' (or Statuses? Status's? Stati?) That Never Were

Hi guys.

Last year, when I wrote my posts, I wasn't working.  Well, I was tutoring in the evenings, but I wasn't working during the day which means my kids weren't going to daycare, and I wasn't spending all day every day in a crazy rush from place to place.  Therefore, usually something would happen and it'd occur to me that I'd want to write about it, so I'd spend the rest of the day more of less writing the post in my head.

This year, as I just said, my life feels nuts.  I actually thought that once my kids started going to school full time, I'd be less busy.  (In fact, I said this out loud to one of my Texas relatives over Thanksgiving last week, and she flat out laughed in my face).  Somehow, my time has gone the way of my bank account- it feels like I should have more, but when I look at the cold hard reality of things, there's never as much there as I feel there should be.

It's a sad thing (but a darn good metaphor, if I do say so myself).

My point is that I never have a moment to mentally write posts anymore.  The only things I mentally compose are my Facebook status's.  And lately I've been in such a foul mood that the one's I've come up with aren't even fit to be posted.  I fear people would defriend me, or at least stage an intervention for my anger issues.  Here's just a few from the last couple weeks:

"Day 4 of the huge pile of white socks sitting on the couch cushion, Day 4 of no family member showing any interest in moving them into appropriate locations.  It's a fascinating social experiment."

"My daughter just wrote 'I love Davy Crockett.' in marker across her vanity mirror. Help."

"Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is a sandbag that is about the approximate size and weight of the damn cat.  That way I can at least feel what it'd be like to get to kick the s*#% out of it."

"Dear Santa, please give me a new family."

"Dear Santa, scratch that.  Just give them a replacement mother.  Thank you."

"Does anyone else have a husband that doesn't know the difference between a frying pan and a sauce pan, or is it just mine?"

That last one gave me the idea for this one:

"There should be a social network created exclusively for the purpose of venting about your spouse with no repercussions to one's marriage."

See?  I'm poisonous.

However, I remembered that I had a blog that I've been ignoring.  Technically, I can write whatever I want since no one really has to read this if they don't want to.  As for the repercussions and consequences,  I'm pretty sure I've only really offended Mr. C and maybe PETA.  One of those parties, I'm pretty sure I can handle.

I'm not saying which one.

You all have a good night.