During the last several weeks, I cut my hand and had to have stitches, broke the kitchen faucet (a $200 oops) and wasted a day trying to fix it, adopted a new cat, worked on training the new cat, invested in a super soaker to squirt my cats whenever they start fighting, watched my daughter graduate from kindergarten, had an OCD breakdown, started a new OCD therapy session, took a "break" from my weight loss efforts (back to focusing on maintenance) and beat myself up every day for it, cared for sick kids, got sick myself, got better, tried out a new fancy-schmancy restaurant, bought a new bike (yay, it's bike season again), watched my husband teach my daughter to ride a two-wheeler, went camping, took the family to see a bunch of cannons fired (Memorial Day) at a WWII fort, took the kids to buy Father's Day gifts, cleaned the house, watched the house get messed up again within moments of the cleaning (repeat, repeat, repeat, debate letting my kids grow up in a messy house), took on some new website design customers, signed up for a new volunteer position, and contemplated the meaning of life... again

I'm pooped!

As soon as I recharge from dealing with the real world, I'll start being more cyber-productive again, I'm sure.

Labels: My Life