For real. There are a hundred things I should be doing right now besides blogging, and about ten of them I’m doing AS I write this blog.
Since hubby left, I’ve had to take on a few more roles. I’ve had to learn how to fix a toilet. Gross. Take on ANOTHER job. Sigh. Move furniture. Ouch. And hardest of all, rely on Google calender for every move I make. In short, I’m stressing out.
Today, I should be doing the pile of laundry that mounted after the washer went on the fritz. Again. I should be prepping for the TWO twenty-hour a week jobs I hold. I should be washing my floors cause me feet are starting to stick to it. I should clean the litter box…cause it’s gross.
But I am NOT doing any of those things today.
Today, I am writing. All stinking day. I HAVE to. I haven’t written in weeks and it’s ‘killing me softly.’
So today, I’m being irresponsible. I’m doing something I NEVER do. I’m putting MY needs first.
New ground for me people. New ground. Catch ya on the flip side.
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