Oh Dear God…I am sitting here thinking, “oh yeah, I should blog”…but I am too irritated to think of what I feel like writing about.
They are driving me MAD…
After a long fun day at a family party, I decided to lay in my bed and relax…a luxury for me. I couldn’t wait. I snuggled with one of my daughters as she fell asleep, and then had a bite to eat and cocktail (served by my amazing husband). So after I felt relaxed with a full belly and slight buzz, I wanted to write. I sat up and grabbed the laptop, and realized that something was not fully allowing me to focus.
God in heaven, make it stop. I am not an openly religious person. I usually pray quietly to myself everyday and occasionally at church. This was one of those moments where I wanted to scream and yell how irritated I was. But why???
I despise that name brand little stick that comes in black, blue, pink and quite possibly a dozen other flavors. It is addictive. And can quite possibly ruin a person’s day if they don’t carry it on their body at all times. Like now, and the past fifteen minutes of torture( I have yet to get up to search for the little annoying tube to keep my creative juices flowing…otherwise, the story would be over by now). I have no clue where that little bugger went. I may have tossed it back in my pocketbook at the family party, due to lack of pockets in my dress pants. Mistake number one.
I applied it generously all day at the party-after meals, or drinks, or just because I felt that strange tingling sensation coming on that my lips were getting parched…again.
The only way to truly get through the day, is to carry it in your pocket for immediate relief. Yet I am repeatedly blamed for not removing it from my pocket before washing the pants. Mistake number two.
I am not going to ramble on about the possible long list of mistakes one can make when addicted to said “lip balm” for chapped lips…I will say that I am ready to pounce out of my bed and run around the house like a crazy person until…yes…whew. I found it…give me a sec… (generously applying it over and over to ensure relief)… It’s all good again in universe.
I am dedicating this blog to my daughter, Addison, who has more problems than one could imagine with chapped lips.