And I should be. I follow all these inspirational writers on twitter, and on blogs and what not. But I haven’t been doing it myself. I’ve been inundated with family visits, trips to the ER, diagnoses with PTSD and the sudden need to actually clean/lose weight/exercise more/ and dye my hair pink.
And sleeping and fighting depression. It’s like there’s a lot going on, or something.
My toddler won’t use the potty and quotes Futurama. You win some you lose some.