Blah, blah, blah

I don't believe I have a false sense of importance.

I know there are hundreds of thousands of women who go through very similar little struggles on a daily basis.

I also think I'm mature enough to admit that while I think my rants and opinions are exceptionally interesting and worth the time to write, the general population probably doesn't share my views on the matter.

I write because it helps me to vent. It helps me to clear my head when my son is sucking on his 674th baby wipe that he's pulled out of the container. Or when my husband has, for the third day, avoided the stack of dishes in the kitchen - which I wouldn't normally just expect him to take care of, except that he offered to help THREE nights ago by doing the dishes...AND STILL THEY ARE CLUTTERING MY COUNTER!!!

As I stated, I understand that somewhere out there, many, many, many women can react to these two instances with: "Hah! That's nothing! Listen to this..." But this is my blog, GARSH DERN IT (in the words of my grandmother - she also says "warsh" instead of wash...that's a whole different topic, however)!

The whole point of this: Writing, just to write, most definitely relieves a considerable amount of my frustration. But I would surely reach the zen state of serenity if I only knew there was someone out there concurring, shouting "Amen, woman!" as they read along with my encounters.