I am at a complete loss in terms of formulating a coherent post. Complete. Loss.

Mostly, I have these random thoughts flutter through my head and I think about writing them down, but I’ve got a baby in one arm, prepping dinner with the other hand while playing a last minute game of hide and seek with a four year old.

By the time I sit down to write… poof…. inspiration gone.

I was going to write a post about choices.

I’ve noticed something about the way people view choice. Whether it’s the mommy wars or religion, people invest heavily in their choices, and, of course, it should be that way. A choice is a reflection of priorities, values and beliefs, so it makes sense that one would cling to them fiercely.

Still, I wonder why people make tearing down the “other” an integral part of their choice making process. I find that a lot of people think that the rightness of their choice depends heavily on the diminishment of someone else who has chosen differently. I feel like a lot of times that’s completely inappropriate and just adds unnecessary negativity into the mix. Plus, just because someone else might be wrong, it doesn’t make you any more right. Leave them alone. Live your life.

Then, I was going to write about competition. Now that I have two kids, I notice myself comparing them, a lot. I’m careful, of course, not to value one set of behaviors over another. A few weeks ago, I was watching a mother purposely referee an eating match between her kids. What’s the point of that? I grew up like that, and I think I spent so much time competing with my brother that I missed out on a lot of years where we could have just been friends. I believe that sibling rivalry is a nurture issue. I think siblings want to get along. In the end, I think some parents force siblings to compete… and for what? Love? That’s just, well, awful.

Love is not a prize to be won. It’s a gift.

I also have to post photos of my baby. I will do this in the very, very near future. Just know that he’s cute. So very cute. And sweet.

Does anyone watch True Blood? Sookie Stackhouse gets on my nerves. What is it with chicks who fall in love with vampires that makes me want to punch them in the face? I think it’s because they symbolize all the women out there who knowingly make bad choices when they know it’s all going to end badly. I just want to grab them by the shoulders and say, “You know better… you know that you know better… I don’t care if he’s 140 years old and could write my Master’s thesis because he was actually there… he’s a vampire. Hello.”

I love snackiepoo. I really, really do. You know how people walk around quoting Saturday Night Live? I don’t have TV, so I walk around quoting her. “Somebody in this room is upset and it’s the pretty one.” Genius.

How do you tell your brown skinned daughter that there’s something off about her wanting to be Snow White for Halloween? You don’t. You just suck it up and remember when you were her age, you wanted to be Snow White and distinctly remember your parents making a joke about it to you. And you realize how lucky your daughter is that you’re her mom.

So, these are the things I’ve been meaning to write about, but haven’t.