Not now, but apparently some time in the past, I just quit. I got so overwhelmed that I just said to heck with it and stopped. Stopped cleaning, stopped cooking, stopped encouraging, stopped caring, just stopped. And I know that this is so, because I live in here, and I know what my house is like and I know what my heart is like, and I am just sitting here asking myself when did I quit?
I know it was awhile ago, because I am writing this post from a todo list that I started in Vegas, and that means that in Vegas I was considering “coming back”. So really, I wonder….what caused it? Because I’m dealing with frustrations, and I hate to be frustrated. This little box does not frustrate me, see. It does what I tell it, when I tell it and exactly how I tell it, for the most part. It doesn’t need the van when I do, it never passes gas until I cough and cry. And it’s not noisy, and it’s neat and orderly, and solid and dependable. Also, I never have to change it’s diaper. Or make allowances for it’s hormones.
So, anyway, here I am back again. Not on the blog, but in my life. And it’s very messy, and I am very overwhelmed, and sometimes it just STINKS, but I can take it for 15 minutes, and so that’s what I am doing–living life 45 and 15 minutes at a time. And it’s paying off, because it’s getting cleaner and it’s getting quieter, and it’s even getting huggier. Now if I could just figure out what to do about that gas!
/end first item from 6 page to do list!