This post was originally going to be about being a prepared dreamer. About doing everything within my power to give myself any chance at success. But as I thought about it and started formulating my sentences I realized, I did not want to hear it tonight. Which means you are probably even more sick of it. Can Market just get here already?
I'm just tired of feeling SO hopeful one day and then going all bi-polar and stressing out that there is more that I could be doing and maybe I haven't done enough...yada, yada, yada.
I'm not saying I'm done with those kinds of posts, but tonight, they just feel anti-productive and I am in no mood to be brought down.
So tonight, I swiped something from my cousin's blog. Enjoy
Making : A third colorway
Cooking : ideas
Drinking : water
Reading: Pride and Prejudice
Wanting: a contract
Looking: forward to Market
Playing: basket ball with Tennyson and Sanders
Wasting: time worrying
Sewing: a nursing cover
Wishing: I could see into the future
Enjoying: having an unforeseen future
Waiting: for a design to load
Liking: the patience I had today
Wondering: if all my children will ever be fully potty trained
Loving: that I have the option of dreaming big
Hoping: I can get everything done in time
Marveling: How Tennyson managed to get poop on the floor of four rooms (Don't ask. I'm trying to forget)
Needing: some faith that thing will turn out in the best way...not matter what that way is
Smelling: nothing.....thank goodness it's NOT poop
Wearing: black lounge pants
Following: my gut
Noticing: That Sanders is growing up fast
Knowing: my kids are wonderful
Thinking: I need to remember that I know that more often
Bookmarking: family home evening ideas
Opening: my heart
Giggling: that Tennyson got poop in four rooms today....it's funny now. You should have seen him try and clean it up....priceless. Disgusting, but priceless.
Feeling: drained.....you shouldn't be surprised. I cleaned up poop in FOUR rooms today