Well, my birthday has come and gone. A year older and not too much wiser. It was a lovely day filled with hanging out with the little one and then many friends coming over to spend the evening with me, munching on burgers and chatting. Couldn’t have asked for better.
Lordy, I am exhausted, folks. I’m going on vacation next week and I really, really need it. I feel like every single second of my life these days has been totally shit-packed. And if I’m not actively in the middle of doing something, it’s because I’m shirking my duties and will need to make it up later. Exhausted.
And, to top it all off, Darwin’s had some minor stomach bug and has had diarrhea like a son of a gun. I swear to god that every single thing he owns has been covered in poo in the last week. It’s horrible and disgusting and I’m sick of it.
In the good news though, the town where we’re staying has a yoga studio with daily drop-in classes, so I think I’m going to try and go every day that we’re there. I’ve been *slacking* on starting any kind of exercise routine and it’s starting to drive me nuts. I’m not doing the stuff that I need to be doing in order to feel happier and better about myself. How stupid, right? Well, I’ve always been more interested in short-term gratification than in anything long-term. You know the guy from Snow Crash who has the tattoo on his forehead that says “POOR IMPULSE CONTROL”? I feel like I should get one that says DOESN’T BELIEVE IN THE FUTURE. It’s the truth, my friends. Sad but oh-so true. But that’s one of those things where, now that I know it exists, I can work on changing it.
Jeez. I’m just babbling. Probably a good sign that I should mosey my way on to bed.
Much love, my friends. I’ll inform you all about how fabulous my vacation is when I have returned.