I was standing in the shower, holding a large, empty pot, and crying. The water had been turned off for about 10 minutes and one leg was propped up on the ledge, covered in shaving cream, and my hair was matted with conditioner.
It was at this point I realized I needed to start blogging again.
Honestly, it’s an outlet I missed and I suppose considering the situation (and my last blog post) my life isn’t actually boring. Truthfully, I really miss writing.
Speaking of truth, that’s something you are going to get more of on this blog. If you know me you know I’m incredibly difficult to get along with at times because I am so truthful. I’m pretty in your face when it comes to rights and wrong and everything in between. But I wasn’t really like that in my writing. Consider me inspired.
Okay, let’s get back to the depressing shower scene that’s I’d rather not admit.
The culmination of actions that led me to that point could take forever to explain. I’d rather save them for different blogs posts, so I’ll be brief where I can and explain later.
I was crying because I was going on day 6 of no sleep. I wasn’t sleeping because I was looking after my mother-in-law’s dog. The dog is obese and is a pug so it snores. Constantly. It also had colitis (not diagnosed at point of crying) and was shitting all over those house. I was watching the dog because my mother-in-law went to Australia for 3 weeks (I was half way through that stint at point of crying). I was taking a shower because we had just spent an hour cleaning the dog and cleaning up after it and I needed to be cleaned. And I was holding an empty pot because I was waiting for James to come up with the next one. I needed the next pot of hot water because there was no hot water left in the pipes.
I told a friend that I would hope that the story would sound funny the next morning. It didn’t. But it does sound kinda funny now. I suppose that’s what writing does for me.
