Running on caffeine and that's pretty much it

Pretty picture to calm the soul.

I really think I am too ambitious sometimes.  I have all these ideas and things I want to do and then I look around it's 9:00 p.m. and all I've managed to do is stake some running beans, feed Allie and myself, bathe her, and put her to bed.  That gives me one hour to do something before I need to start getting ready for bed. At that point I probably have to fill the dishwasher, put clothes in the dryer, pick up toys, feed the dogs, etc.  At 10:00 I'm depressed that I haven't done anything else that I planned to do so I go to bed and promise myself I'll read a chapter of that book tomorrow, clean more, organize more, sew,draw, make some jewelry, play the guitar or piano, do yoga, work on pictures, the blog, or whatever.

I need to remind myself constantly that there are only so many hours in the day.  Having a full time job, spending an hour in the road every day to drive to and from that job, and having a little girl really doesn't leave that much time for anything else.  I'm not complaining.  I'm not.  But I have to stop making myself feel bad that I'm not doing all the stuff I used to do.

I feel like I just wrote one of these posts....hmmm....

But it's Friday.  No matter that I've been up off and on since 2:00 a.m.  I'm alive and that's good.  I made it in to work and that's good.  My little bitty is starting to feel better after her bout with the stomach bug and that's very good.  Tomorrow is Saturday so I have a whole day to do some of that stuff I just talked about and that's stupendous.

If you're a working momma like me care to share any words of wisdom?  I'd take a couple right now.  And yes I know they won't be little forever and yes I know I'll look back and wish these days had lasted longer but right now in the thick of it all it seems like this is going to last forever.  We've been dealing with terrible 2's since about 16/18 months.  Temper tantrums and the throwing of one's self down on the floor in a prostrate position and crying as if she's Marie Antoinette about to go the guillotine because she didn't get some more crackers is wearing on this momma's nerves.  This girl is the diva I never ever have been or was.  I long for the day when we can have an actual, reasonable conversation about things.  And don't you dare say that won't happen until the far side of never.  I like to live in hope.

Have a great day my lovelies!  It's Friday, the sun is shining and I'm going to pay bills on my lunch break.  Yea!  It's great being an adult.  :)  See ya next week!