Realizations

Craziness was non-stop this week. It started off on Monday when I laid on the couch for twelve hours, which wasn't exactly the best precursor to the upcoming chaos. I think I got up twice to use the restroom, once to make Clara breakfast, once to put lunch on a plate for Clara and twice when I attempted to do something other than lay down flat. However, even if I'm too busy to cook, clean, eat or sleep, at least my mind can still ponder.

Having a 24 hour flu made me very sympathetic for moms that endure those feelings for weeks on end. I sure had it easy with Clara.

I need to take more videos of Clara. She has the sweetest little voice.

Sometimes music motivates me to get off my rear and clean. But this week, it just made me want to sing, dance and not clean a thing.

I eat a lot, and a lot of junk, when I am up late at night working.

It's official, a clean house is not my priority. It'd be nice, but that goal isn't getting accomplished anytime soon. Oh well.

A few days after I get sick, I feel like I can take on the world because an 80% body feels WAY better than a lifeless, yet warm, body sprawled no the couch.

I have made serious improvements keeping work and life separate. It's not easy when I do so much from home, but I finally am close to where I want to be. If it's not an emergency, it can wait. Clara can't {and shouldn't}.

Last week I thought lice was just gross. Now I know it's also really, really time consuming.

There is nothing cool about working on Saturday. At least I still have Sunday to look forward to.

I keep pretending I don't have much going on next week, when really I should be preparing for more chaos. That makes me a little nervous.

I could really use a vacation. One is scheduled this summer, but I'm guessing it won't come soon enough.

I really want a big piece of land to live on. Garden, animals, space to run, jump and play. I care very little about what house is on it, but the land. A miniature farm! I don't know that I am going to want to move unless it's to something like that. Maybe my vision will change, but for now, that's where it stands.

I feel fat and unhealthy when I don't eat well. Even if it's only a few days of it.

I hate saying no and I love helping people. I got a call this week regarding a potential client that is in great need. I said I would think about it. One hour, one headache and 25 thoughts of Clara later, I concluded I was insane and made a quick phone call to decline. Over committing my time is definitely a huge temptation for me.

Taking someone dinner that includes a bag of grapes, a bag of carrots and two pizzas from Basha's is only slightly funnier than it is embarrassing.

Posts are always better with pictures... or least a picture... So here's one of Clara looking like a miniature tourist backpacking in Europe, and a boy no less. Shaggy hair, dirty t-shirt and jeans that have been worn for days straight and a beanie.
The bunny and pink shoes, however, are detrimental to her disguise.