Look! Glitter!

That's how I feel tonight...don't show me anything shiny because I'll lose focus on what I'm doing.

I've been working on a new halter for my shop for about three hours now. It should be done by now. However, within those three hours, I've watched the end of one Pirates of the Caribbean, watched the whole of another, am watching National Treasure now, sewing some of the halter, fixed a pair of pants for Finn, played some online games, surfed Facebook, ate, munched on watermelon, rested my poor broken toe, pet the cat, ate again.

And I can't stay focused.

And I still have much to do before going to bed. Like cleaning my room and washing dishes. Oh, and a load of laundry. But before the laundry, I have to finish the halter. During laundry, I'll clean.

If I can stay focused.

I need to get off the damn computer.

Do I see glitter?

Busy Times

Last night, I went and fitted four people for alterations for a wedding. All alterations need to be completed before Wednesday.

Then, I have a custom order that needs to be finished TODAY. Well, it doesn't, but in my head, it does.

Aaannndd...I just accepted an invite to do a show in Virginia. On the 27th. That's two weeks from tomorrow.

And, I still have to get the laundry done, grocery shopping, take care of the kids, make sure dinner's ready, promote the shop (http://www.CynfullyCreative.etsy.com), breathe, eat, drink coffee. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Why do I do this to myself? I feel so overwhelmed right now that I can't even begin one project!

Maybe I'll get the grocery shopping done. But I should sew the halter and get that listed. Or maybe start the alterations.

As I said...lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Slow Day

Well, I just finished my grocery shopping online. Yippee! Pick that up around 2 pm. How I love someone else doing my grocery shopping. I hate trying to organize shopping with two little ones in tow. There's always something that they absolutely need (which they don't, but they think they do). And when I tell them "no", they will proceed to act as though they are being murdered. I don't give in and if they keep it up, I leave the store. That's right. I will leave a cart full of groceries in the middle of the aisle and leave. My kids don't scare me. I scare them.

Next thing to do is laundry. Well, that's ongoing throughout the day. I hate that worse than shopping. At least groceries are only once a week. Laundry is everyday for a family of four. Ugh.

Next is to call our therapist. I'm going to make an appointment for me, alone, and one for the both of us. I think I've made my decision. He said some things last night and this morning that told me nothing will ever change. Ever. I will never be the person I deserve to be hanging around here.

So, for now, I will keep up this double life that I feel forced to lead until I figure out the details of how to proceed from here.