......ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Sorry, it's hard to stop laughing. You can listen to me babble on right here.
I'm still trying to figure out what kind of special day I was having when I thought it would be a good idea to commit myself to anything right smack dab in the middle of a move and the holidays. If I'm being completely honest, I think I lasted nine days. So if we do the math on that.....calculating......well let's just say that I failed big time. I'm pretty prone to setting myself up for failure by taking on too much. I wish I could just do it all. Be a good mom, work a full time job, be the perfect wife who suprises her husband with a lunch date every now and again and has a fancy meal on the table every night, keep the canines happy and healthy by taking them for regular walks, go to the store, have a spotless house ready at any moment for a drop in guest to see, fit in a 60 minute workout every evening, have time to blog, oh yeah and I can't forget relax. Which brings me to my confession: sometimes when I'm driving around I like to pretend that I'm an SUV soccer mom who has ten arms and ten hands with perfectly manicured nails and toes with a high metabolism and a 5 a.m. workout group and a stylish wardrobe and time to volunteer at the church and have mommy/baby playdates and all the while having a bubbly personality...not to mention a perfectly happy family. Oh yeah, and I don't have a hair out of place.
Sometimes I pretend that's me. Am I happy with my life and myself? Yes, yes I am (most of the time). Would I like to create a better version of me? Yes, yes I would. Even though my ridiculous 60 day challenge nonsense was a big fat fail I'm gonna keep on keepin' on to my next ridiculous goal........
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