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various thoughts at 3 am

14 Aug
  • Emotional rollercoaster today. It’s not something I can explain here. Its just…all the things. Bleh. Life is weird.
  • As mentioned in the title, it’s an ungodly hour and momma is up pacing, nervous as a cat. #1stdayofkindgergarten
  • Last day of daycare today for kiddo. Teary pickup. Last long commute home with her. Not so teary, for me anyway as kiddo was in a mood. Probably nervous like momma. It was a big day for her.
  • Today (Wednesday) is my Friday and it will be abbreviated. Not complaining there.
  • I feel like I am losing control of my exercise and eating. Again. My time management and organizational skills are nil and I’ve been preoccupied, by design. I’m all over the place. I’m so sick of starting and stopping and starting over a million zillion times. Why can’t I be consistent with anything? Frustrated with myself.
  • I got to take The Trekster out for an abbreviated spin after work. It was short and unsatisfying because, five year old who wants mommy like humans want air. But, I could at least tell that I made a great choice and am going to love this bike for a long time.
Trekster

Trek FX 7.4…in mah driveway

 

 

 

 

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Heeeeeey 2am

24 Jul

Brain won’t shut off or shut up. Sometimes it screams at me, things I don’t want or need to hear. Or maybe I do, I don’t even know.

I was going to text a friend who would get it but my cell service seems to be down.

Throat is feeling a tad swollen so I’m hoping I’m not getting sick.

Having lunch with a friend tomorrow who I haven’t seen in a while. That will be nice.

Friday I’m spending a few hours at the wildlife rehab place folding laundry and doing dishes I think. I should do this at my own house actually.

A friend is struggling so hard right now and I can’t do anything to help.

I laughed a lot at lunch today while sitting in a child size chair hunched over a child size table eating a cheese sandwich (I hate cheese) and listening to four and five year olds tell nonsensical but hilarious knock knock jokes. Many of which were about poop and underwear. Kids have their priorities in order.

I feel like crying.

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