Just to preface this - yes I'm procrastinating. Sue Me.
I was trying to work at work today (it'll never catch on, I know) and I got sidetracked with all the new year's resolutions and other stuff I started and then stopped when Deuce got sick. The list is long, and includes, but is not limited to, such worthwhile activities as
scrapping baby pictures
getting a haircut
I'm glad we're all better and in the scheme of things we did a really good job during the survival period. My mom was here this past weekend and didn't die of shock when she saw the house. This is a good thing.
But I'm unsatisfied. As soon as I get this paper submitted I feel like my life is mine again. I'm being very overdramatic about the whole thing. But I miss my regular life. I would love to take just 1 hour to put together a pot of soup, or drink a beer without falling asleep (I blame you, Bookwoman!)
Ok, crying baby, enough whining...