I've put in extra hours every night since I started.
I haven't rollerbladed in 28 days.
My truck hasn't had an oil change since I bought it in August.
I need to get to the dentist.
21 days and I'm still sick. I STILL haven't had time to get to the doctor again.
I have 4 checks to get to the bank and 4 packages to mail out for EBAY.
I get up, work, sleep, work, sleep, work and sleep and work. My house is a pit.
My life is on hold and I feel like I'm missing out on what are supposed to be the best years of my life. I mean, I'm 30 and stuff. Isn't this the time I am supposed to be out finding that special someone or having the BEST times ever??
I'm so busy trying to provide and take care of myself it's almost as if there is no fun play time. No matter how ahead I feel I might be, really I'm always 10 steps behind.
I'm a divorcee of 6 1/2 years. I have no kids. I have a house that is in shambles and and and....
Did you know my kitty whore Spirit always runs up to the window that faces my garage when I come into the kitchen in the morning? She sits watching the garage door intently. I push the button to open the garage door and in anticipation of my arrival outside (even though I haven't even walked out the door yet mind you) she excitedly adjust her seating to get the best view.
She waits for me to walk from the house, get in my truck, start it, put on my seat belt, adjust my radio, check my gages and reverse. While I'm in reverse her head and body follow me as I leave. As I'm waiting for the traffic to subside at the end of my driveway, she will pop up in the living room window. Still watching saying "Goodbye, have a nice day." I mean, who knows, maybe she is waiting for me to leave so her and Sneakers can ransack the place but somehow, I doubt it.
Do you know how long it's been since she has been doing that? Neither do I.
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