I have a sore shoulder blade today. I'm pretty sure I got it from working out. Isn't that discouraging!?
The first thing out of my mouth this morning was a complaint. "I don't want to go to work today." "My alarm is the worst sound ever."
I got on Tiny Buddha as soon as I could (on my bus ride in) and was able to right the ship, but the shoulder blade? Phew! That sucker is jacked up. If you see me giving you a pained look, I'm probably not offended by your existence. Probably.
I swear I'm happier. Maybe because I've decided to force myself to remain aware of my thoughts. When they turn negative, I attempt to shift them. Or maybe because life hasn't gone over shit mountain in a while.
You'll never guess what! The plumbers didn't care that my kitchen was messy.
Let's rewind to yesterday so we can all take this journey together. When I left you, I was slightly stressed over not cleaning my kitchen before the 5pm plumber arrival. I was secretly hoping they'd be late and I would have time to get things tidy.
I'm walking to my car at 430 when the borderline unthinkable happens: the plumbers call. They're in my driveway...30 minutes early. When will I be home? Give me 15 minutes, I tell them, and I race home.
But guess what happens when I get home! The plumbers went to the laundry room and got to work. They never gave a second glance to my kitchen.
I cleaned, without running water, while they worked, and I began to think, "Self, maybe you need to calm your silly ass down." So I followed Deepak Chopra on Twitter. Then I unfollowed, because...no thanks.
Baby steps.
I'm unhappy with the amount I'm accomplishing in a day. I spend about 11 hours away from my house, 7.5 hours sleeping and an hour getting ready every morning.
This leaves 4.5 hours to accomplish everything else. Things like making dinner, taking kids to whatever commitment, submitting to Jillian Michaels' 30 Day of Soul Sucking, watering the plants. I also aim to wash and dry one load of laundry each weeknight. I have yet to accomplish that goal this week.
I have yet to accomplish a lot. Yesterday, while my husband took our oldest son to music lessons, I made a quart of vanilla ice cream and turned it into Drumsticks with the help of Pinterest. Then I made dinner and had it on the table when the boys got back. Problems? The dishwasher was already running, I created a boatload of new dishes, and I have plumbers expected at 5pm today, which happens to be the moment when I will be walking in the door.
Sorry, plumbers, not enough time in the day. By the time I finished cooking and serving up everything, it was 830pm. My back hurt, so I went and watched Sons of Guns. My show was more important than impressing you with a tidy kitchen.
My initial complaint is the correct one, I think. I'm not accomplishing enough. I would like to to wake up early (lol, I don't wake up early ever), go for a run (lol, I don't run currently), come back and have time to pull myself together nicely.
I'm torn. How much should I be accomplishing in a day? If I don't take that time to unwind before bed, I'll go crazy. Waking up early makes me grouchy.
I'm a bad blogger. Not because I don't have anything to say, but because I never think to share it. Recently I've been thinking about becoming more active on here, so I'm going to see if I can do it.
Ya know, in the early 2000s, before blogging was cool, I maintained maggiediane.com. I'm not new to this. I'm just 10 years out of practice.
