I made the commitment - and luckily made the list for How Does She Do It's '8 Weeks To A Brand New You' makeover. I'm thankful that she's given me this opportunity.
But more importantly...I've also made my own list.
Starting on my 30th birthday when I officially start my makeover...I make rank on my list of priorities.
My world still revolves around Babygirl, hubs, job, house, finances, dogs, etc... but now I'm recognizing that before I can be ANYTHING of VALUE to any of those commitments - I need to be whole.
You've heard it all before...
Monday, November 22, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
A day in the life
I'm sorry I haven't written.
As my hubs says, "It's deer season - everyone's got to make sacrifices."
That used to mean that he was going to be in a tree stand and staying at a buddy's house, and I'd have to find something else to do on the weekends.
Now, it means I'm elbow deep in guts and fur.
As my hubs says, "It's deer season - everyone's got to make sacrifices."
That used to mean that he was going to be in a tree stand and staying at a buddy's house, and I'd have to find something else to do on the weekends.
Now, it means I'm elbow deep in guts and fur.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Naked
Today's word is "Simplify"
Say it with me - SIM - PLI - FY.
Good.
It's been a rough couple of weeks. While I managed to stay on top of my primary and secondary duties, I came to realize that I had pulled more onto my plate than I need.
More commitments.
More duties.
More stuff with less me to go around.
Today, I stripped down.
Bare bones.
Say it with me - SIM - PLI - FY.
Good.
It's been a rough couple of weeks. While I managed to stay on top of my primary and secondary duties, I came to realize that I had pulled more onto my plate than I need.
More commitments.
More duties.
More stuff with less me to go around.
Today, I stripped down.
Bare bones.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Reflecting pool
Here I sit in my recliner.
The house is silent but for Babygirl's white noise classical music cd that plays continuously through the night. The same one that I have threatened to throw out the window four dozen times - especially on nights where I mispress the button and repeat the first song instead of the entire cd. I swear it makes my eyes turn to spirals as it plays through the baby monitor.
The rest of the house is silent.
Breathing after a long day.
A long day at work.
A long day sitting in my office chair wishing the memory foam so brilliantly touted on the tag would have forgotten just a smidge and given a little more cushion. A long day of twitching - endless, precise, calculated procedures. Nervously drinking through 20 ounces of Diet Mountain Dew in the first hour, incessant vibrating of my left leg through the next few hours, then nervously snacking through the afternoon. Twitch, twitch, twitch. Still no bald patches on my head, so it counts as a win.
The house is silent but for Babygirl's white noise classical music cd that plays continuously through the night. The same one that I have threatened to throw out the window four dozen times - especially on nights where I mispress the button and repeat the first song instead of the entire cd. I swear it makes my eyes turn to spirals as it plays through the baby monitor.
The rest of the house is silent.
Breathing after a long day.
A long day at work.
A long day sitting in my office chair wishing the memory foam so brilliantly touted on the tag would have forgotten just a smidge and given a little more cushion. A long day of twitching - endless, precise, calculated procedures. Nervously drinking through 20 ounces of Diet Mountain Dew in the first hour, incessant vibrating of my left leg through the next few hours, then nervously snacking through the afternoon. Twitch, twitch, twitch. Still no bald patches on my head, so it counts as a win.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Bet you've never had this happen to you in a parking lot!
So there I was...
At the doctor's office for Babygirl's pink eye...AGAIN...when the feeling washed over me.
I'm gonna puke.
I had already revisited my breakfast of water, pepto and a single saltine cracker. Hours ago. I had managed to get some canned chicken soup down before the greasy after taste made me stop - kicking myself for not having homemade soup on hand.
Fight it! Fight it! You won't puke in your own toilet at home let alone in the one at a doctor's office.
I handed Babygirl off to Hubs. I had asked him to come in case my flight mechanism was triggered.
At the doctor's office for Babygirl's pink eye...AGAIN...when the feeling washed over me.
I'm gonna puke.
I had already revisited my breakfast of water, pepto and a single saltine cracker. Hours ago. I had managed to get some canned chicken soup down before the greasy after taste made me stop - kicking myself for not having homemade soup on hand.
Fight it! Fight it! You won't puke in your own toilet at home let alone in the one at a doctor's office.
I handed Babygirl off to Hubs. I had asked him to come in case my flight mechanism was triggered.
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