So when we were
preparing our skin for melanoma sitting outside at Outback on mother's day we were discussing this blog. Affectionately referred to as "the blog" by my family.
B1 has taken to saying to people when we're together "Be careful! She'll blog about that!"
Which delights me to no end, actually.
Anyhow, B1 noted I'm always trying to improve myself and that she might not like the new and improved me as much as she likes the old and spazzy one. I couldn't help but chuckle.
But the truth is that I really am just not happy with my disorganized, crazy, messy life. I know I'm missing out and I know my family suffers for it. It's that thought that is keeping me going with this little project I'm working on now.
Because if it weren't for those "goals" in my head, I would have totally given up on this "Becoming a Morning Person" thing today.
I'm sure it will take some time for me to get used to this new schedule of mine where I wake up early, stay up all day, and go to bed early. But in the meantime, I'm absolutely so incredibly tired.
Today I was pretty okay until about 3 pm. And then the tired set in. It took everything I had to keep on trucking and not just crawl into bed for a nap. But somehow I managed to finish work, feed the kids, get some laundry done, get Munchkin's supplies for her project (due tomorrow, of course), and take Goober over to the park for this season's football pre-qualifying session.
Goober will be playing tackle football this year. Not flag. This makes me nervous... but darnit if he won't look cute in that uniform. I can't wait to get pictures.