Wednesday, November 16, 2011


I am a slacker.
Total slacker.
On most days you can find me getting out of bed at the very last minute to hurry my kids off to preschool, only to come home and do... nothing. Or to stroll the malls looking at all of the things that I wish I could have.
I have a list a million miles long that needs to get done.
But I have zero focus, and even less motivation.
My husband has been wonderful, and picks up the slack where I've been lacking. (Which is, um, everywhere)
But needless to say, I eat what I want, and have often turned to baking as a coping mechanism.
Baking things with a pound of butter.
I'd like to say that I'm trying to focus my life on something outside of myself right now.
But I can't.
Thus starting the downward spiral of decreasing motivation and lack of coping skills that currently define my life.
I can only pray that it will all be over in about 6 weeks, when baby number four finally decides to show up.
And then I'm back on the bandwagon.
But with bigger and better things planned.