Yeah, you know what happens next.
You wake up and there is LITERALLY NO (new) SNOW ON THE GROUND. What the hell, weatherman???? (I know I'm yelling but it's my blog, which is literally the only place I can do whatever I want, and I'm going to do it.) WTF George Waldenberger?
I know, I was too hasty. I called the snow day in my head waaaay before I should have. And I don't actually mind going to Hebrew school on Sunday mornings - at the very least, I get to wear real (ish) clothes, and all the little children learning their Hebrew letters warms my heart. But I had already mentally given myself three extra hours, man! And now there's no snow.
In case you can't tell, I've been stewing over this since I woke up about an hour ago. I just now stopped with my Very Important Procrastinating to actually write this post, just as my children started literally banging on their bedroom door and shrieking like monkeys to
What? We're supposed to do a check-in? Right.
You guys, it's been a bad week. I baked and cooked and cleaned and completed preschool worksheets and sang songs and built forts and did dances and sat in birds' nests and supervised painting projects and planted bean sprouts for Tu B'Shvat with a smile plastered across my face. My sweet friend Gevura told me to "fake it till I make it," which is advice I've actually heard shrinks give people who are clinically depressed, so I've been faking it here. Bigtime. But for some reason, this week I am just in a huge slump. I'm so, so sad. I
I need to get back to work. Yesterday. I need to wear high heels and do my hair every day. I need to have conversations with grownups, conversations that do not include even a mention of playdates, stomach flus, preschool, or poop. I need to use the skills that make me feel engaged and alive, because I am dying here.
On a happier note! I'm doing an awesome job at my writing for pleasure, and it is giving me some feeling of accomplishment. Even though the full time work I used to do makes my heart sing an opera, this writing is making it sing little ditties, and sometimes even enthusiastic showtunes. So that's something. Here's my day-by-day count.
(date, word count for the day, total word count.)
I hinted at my goal for the week earlier in this post - it's to stop with the procrastination already. Why it's necessary for me to refresh my Facebook newsfeed 20 times and post "lol" and "<3" on twenty friends' pages before actually writing anything of substance is beyond me. I actually disconnected from the internet for about an hour yesterday and it helped immensely. Hopefully I can move my daily wordcount to over a thousand this week, since it was just under last week.
Last week I only vaccuumed every other day, and we had leftovers for dinner one night and stew from the freezer another night. And no one died. So I'm okay with just saying I'm going to let things slide a little bit, because I've confident in my ability not to sabotage myself.
Before I call for you ladies to submit your accomplishments, slacking ambitions, and goals for the next week, I want to give a huge shoutout to my bloggy friend Shannon. She did something incredible for herself this past week that took a lot of hard work and self confidence, and even though I don't know know her, I was so excited and proud. She already posted about her next big goal, and I'm so inspired! (Even though you will not catch me doing a triathalon under any circumstances, Yay Shannon!)
What about you, SuperImas? Check in! XOXO and love from me.