I’ve lost my mojo. I think I packed it in a banana box which is yet to be opened.
I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve opened a banana box this past few days, stared at the contents, thought ‘where the feck can I put that’ closed it and put it in the cellar.
It was the 5 year old’s birthday today. She woke at 6 eager to open presents. I told her she could open her presents with us at 7 in order to get some more sleep. She decided to lay inbetween us and … practice her whistling. I had planned to do a huge ‘she is 5 post’ but I have no camera cable and … my mojo has gone.
One of our old neighbours visited today just as I was bathing the 3 year old. She came to look round the house and came into the bathroom. Low and behold the 5 year old hadn’t let me down. There, in the toilet pan was a massive log waving at her. I should have been able to write a whole post purely about the waving log last week … but my mojo has gone.
My car is still full of the last bits from the garage. The last couple of nights we’ve had visitors and there hasn’t been time to unload it. Personal favourites are the husband’s 40 or so sporting trophys hanging out in the boot; football, snooker … I was hoping to find one for morris dancing or syncronised swimming to display at the top of the box next to the glass.. The empty red petrol can on the back seat is sure to catch the curiousity of the 3 year old shortly and the hose that leaks a little bit more every time I go round a bend is a feature I just don’t want to lose. This would have been far more amusing had my mojo not gone.
So, yes, my mojo has gone. It’ll be back. In the meantime I shall be mostly filling the dishwasher, taking long baths because I can, reading books and emptying the dishwasher.
I shall return refreshed and recovered from the hell that was ‘THE MOVE 2009′ and full of new blog posts.
5 Comments on "Has anyone seen my mojo?"
living in a box maze can do that to anyone. Enjoy your long baths, always works for me.
God, I so know where you’re coming from. I think there’s someone/ something that’s been going round nicking all the mums’ mojos. It’s either that, or the looming summer holidays.
I’ll bet it’ll be in the very last box you check! Good luck with the hunt
I thought I read about a service where you can rent mojo from people who aren’t using theirs. You know, like the West Bromwich Albion.
At least you have a good reason for losing your mojo! I keep having to think up silly excuses…