…that I have stayed up til between 2am and 3am at least two nights this week. I’m paying for it today, though.
…that I’m freaking out a little (more than a little) on a personal thing. I’m dealing with it, so I’m not turning into my mother. I’m allowed to silently freak out inside, as long as I act like a responsible adult on the outside.
…that I got completely pissed off, even though I didn’t know what was really going on. If someone doesn’t tell me, I can’t read minds and can only go by what I see.
…that the Christmas spirit has eluded me this week. Other things are going on that need more immediate attention.
…that I ate a brownie for dinner…ok, two brownies…
…that I finally made a boundary clear. My thing is my thing and yours is yours.
…that I didn’t have my time schedule as organized as it should be.
…that I don’t have my bedroom finished yet. It’s coming along. I’ll get there.
…that I don’t know what I’m making for dinner yet. I’ve got ’til 5pm.
…that I wanted to punch those two women who talked through my daughter’s entire band concert last night. I’m assuming they had a child playing, too. Rudest people I’ve ever sat behind! Some people’s kids…pfft…
…that I got no exercise in this week. I’ll do better next week.
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