- I snapped at Craig today...which means I'm not writing.
- The messy house is driving me crazy...which means I'm not writing.
- I'm on edge even after a workout...which means I'm not writing.
- I'm craving chips and dip...which means I'm not writing.
- I am struggling to find motivation...which means I'm not writing.
You see, I possess 3 guaranteed releases in life:
1.) Exercise: Already tried.
2.) The Unmentionable: The kids are home and Craig is not = not an option.
3.) Writing...So here I am.
And I'm already starting to feel better. I just exhaled a deep, calming breath.
- I realize how silly I must have sounded to Craig during my rant this morning. No wonder he smiled. I hate it when he does that. Because then I smile too, before I'm done being frustrated. Clever man.
- I accept that the house will be messier for the next few weeks while the kids are home. It is what it is. And I'd rather have them 'home and messy' than 'not home and clean.'
- At least I worked out. I'd feel much worse if I hadn't.
- I'll save the chips and dip for later when my salt-junkie-of-a-friend can join me. Then I'll really enjoy my guilty pleasure.
- I'm ready to roll now. I took time for me. I looked inside from the outside. And if that's all I have to complain about? Well, then I'm one lucky lady.