Being Vague

I'm breaking one of my cardinal blogging rules tonight by being vague.   Wasn't that the entire point of the September Snippets anyways (refer to first paragraph)?  To steer clear of oversharing when oversharing isn't an option?   I promise I'd blog about something, anything else, if I could but my mind is whirring about this thing that consumes my emotional energy but which I can only vaguely refer to.

I thought about it this morning as I wogged on the river trail (but not when I ran significantly faster than my heart wanted me to as the train chugged along beside me near the library.  Lots of people watching, you know.  Had to put on a good show).

I thought about it when I paid $4.00 to send a fax.  I think if my mind hadn't be befuddled with this issue I'm vaguely mentioning, I might have shopped around a bit.  $4.00 to use what is essentially a phone line seems a bit pricey. 

I couldn't finish the Cub Scout Pack Meeting program I started to create and hoped to print out because every time I got on the computer, I would get distracted and eventually end up surfing various web sites that might help me handle this thing I am being annoyingly vague about.

When my precious boys came home after school, I quickly became frustrated with all of their needs (snacks, signatures, finding football equipment, broken glasses, counting out rhythms to understand the difference between a quarter note and an eighth note) not because their needs were unreasonable, but after a day spent pondering this important matter in my head, being jolted back into my real world seemed garish and noisy.

Jay is off wearing chaps (ooh la la) and herding cattle with his brothers and dad (yee-haw!)so bedtime was a solo routine tonight. By this time, the boys knew I was distracted so they lovingly kissed me, told me goodnight and went upstairs all on their own. Well...Seth and Sam did. Henry had some issues which ended with him sleeping in the guest room instead of his own but I'm sure his tantrum only erupted because his mother had ignored his four year old need for attention all afternoon and evening and was unwilling to continue to leave me be. Snuggling with him on the soft queen-sized bed was the perfect release from my heavy introspection.

Now it is quiet. And all I can do is think, think, think.

Wouldn't you like to know what about? ;-)

P.S. I will make a serious effort to never, ever write a vague blog post again and when the moment comes when oversharing is allowed, plan on once again knowing too much.