I am busy. I am too busy to be typing these words, because I really should be typing other words, somewhere else. Two somewhere elses, actually. Possibly three. I'm losing track.
Let's see: I have two PowerPoints to put together by EOD today, one for a training presentation I'm giving tomorrow afternoon, one for a marketing campaign plan I'll be managing later this month, then 18 marketing emails to write, two or three landing pages to build, and finally one research article on capital expenditure budgets that I promised to have done yesterday and I didn't and every minute that goes by without that article being done is making me more and more stabby.
Also, Friday is our wedding anniversary and I promised Jason I'd at least take half of the day off. Just one meeting, I swear. And maybe just a few million emails.
So. All that's happening. All very boring and non-times-I-got-drunk-and-fell-down. Yet good! And happy! Because using my brain and challenging myself and making money are all excellent, excellent things. I just would maybe prefer to have a little more breathing room between deadlines. And some childcare of the non-glowing-screen variety.
And then I think about my poor dusty blog and feel sad that I have nothing to really WRITE about these days, other than being busy. (SOBUSY.) At least I can always cop out with cute pictures of my kids, right? I mean, I know they're getting all huge and long and pointy but they still make good faces sometimes.
I dunno. Not so sure about that.
Here's my best "looking thoughfully adorable" face.
Or maybe it's my "I know I loved this recipe the last time you made it but tonight I'm not touching it and you can't make me" face.
But this is DEFINITELY my "hmm, I just realized I am not wearing pants and wonder where I left them this time" face.