I could tell you about what I've been thinking about MMS (Martyr Mom Syndrome).
I could tell you about what I've been thinking about re: entitlement. That's deep. Can't go there tonight.
I could tell you how incredibly, disgustingly messy my house is right now.
And how, somehow, I don't care.
I could tell you what fabulous parents and in-laws I have and how much they bless me.
Or I could tell you about my new fun job.
Or, I could tell you that I do NOT currently suffer from Martyr Mom Syndrome and that I'm NOT going to go clean my house. I could also tell you that instead of finishing this post, I am going to go take a bubble bath by candlelight.
I guess that's what I'll tell you. I need to go empty my brain.
Catch ya later, when my thoughts aren't nice little bullet points, flying at me like I'm in a Star Wars simulator.