This week, like last, is busy. I bought the new sewing machine I was looking at, and it's still in the box. Scott has said if I don't open it soon, HE's going to. Sure honey, whatever.
If I had a BIG project that was draining my tank I'd understand this exhaustion. I don't. It's just everyday stuff with extra crap thrown on top. For fun, I guess. I kind of wish I *did* have a big thing on the go, at least then I'd have something to show for it beyond eye bags and a crossed off to-do list.
I've been neglectful, too. I started out this week with guns blazing - I drank my water, I resisted the crazy makers, and then I lost my focus. I've eaten few vegetables, drank little water and done no exercise. The scale will not be my friend on Monday, I fear, and I know it's my own fault. I'll deal with the troll under that bridge when I get there, I guess. Right now, I'm trying to convince a wide awake toddler that he really does want to go to bed. Oh wait, that's ME.
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