Busy... yet doing nothing
I'm so busy procrastinating it's hard to keep up. I know I definitely fit more into a day now, but the times I relax, it's never really relaxing. I've spent hours tonight stuffing around online with a nagging commentary in the back of my head about how I'm wasting my night and I SHOULD be sewing a monster for a raffle prize or I SHOULD be getting daycare things ready or SHOULD be doing the tax. Life would be a lot more enjoyable if I shoulded less and did more :)
That said, I cleaned out the bathroom cupboard on Sunday to immense satisfaction. Holy cow, I threw out stuff that's been following me round, moving house with me for years. I found a lipstick I bought in high school. High school. That was nearly two decades ago. Urgh.
Good Sunday all round after Satisfying Chuck Out. Introduced the child to Guitar Hero, but he was way happier playing guitar with his Dad. This is a good thing :) Spent some time with my family for a birthday and then an impromptu dinner at a local noodle house and a stop off at a bookshop. Good times.
The more time I spend on here the more I get the shits with Facebook. Probably because I like the fact that noone's here and it's a tad garish seeing everyones' lives, loves, what they had for dinner, what they're doing and who's currently snubbing you/unfriended you/changed your access rights *gasp* all the time. It's a lot of information about a lot of people. And I think I need to slow down, enjoy the flowers my son gives me, and leave off a whole lotta people that don't matter.
That said, I cleaned out the bathroom cupboard on Sunday to immense satisfaction. Holy cow, I threw out stuff that's been following me round, moving house with me for years. I found a lipstick I bought in high school. High school. That was nearly two decades ago. Urgh.
Good Sunday all round after Satisfying Chuck Out. Introduced the child to Guitar Hero, but he was way happier playing guitar with his Dad. This is a good thing :) Spent some time with my family for a birthday and then an impromptu dinner at a local noodle house and a stop off at a bookshop. Good times.
The more time I spend on here the more I get the shits with Facebook. Probably because I like the fact that noone's here and it's a tad garish seeing everyones' lives, loves, what they had for dinner, what they're doing and who's currently snubbing you/unfriended you/changed your access rights *gasp* all the time. It's a lot of information about a lot of people. And I think I need to slow down, enjoy the flowers my son gives me, and leave off a whole lotta people that don't matter.