Mommadosey

So I’m sitting at my daughter’s gym listening to the thump thump thump of the trampoline.  My son is sitting next to me talking to himself; he insists he’s talking to his DS.  The women on the other side are having loud conversations about their kids, their husbands, and some nasty parent/teacher at their kids’ school.  The gymnastic coach is teasing the girls on the trampoline while trying to casually flirt with some cougar mother on the sidelines.  My phone rings, and my husband asks the standard Tuesday evening question, “What’s the plan for dinner?”  And the only thing that comes to mind when trying to write on my laptop today’s entry for this blog is “I don’t understand how my brain could be too fried to write a simple blog entry when I haven’t used it all day.”