Hi friends. Well, true to BU fashion this month, I am still crazy busy. I am beginning to think that taking on these new clients is not going to work out. I’ve been trying to decide if my feelings of overwhelming-ness are just because it’s all new and I’m working out a system or if it just actually is too much work for the part-time job I’m trying to make it.
My priority is my kids. I want to be a work at home mom, but I also want it to be a very minor part of my life. Right now, it is all consuming. I’m giving it a couple more weeks to see if I can settle into a routine, but if that doesn’t happen, I have a backup plan that will free up more time. So that’s my goal for the next few weeks: get into a routine, reevaluate and make a decision.
And last but not least, today is my 34th birthday. Holy fucking shit. Remember when 34 seemed so old? I thought the 30 somethings were super mature and grown up. And then today, in the car, Hubs and I were making up songs to see how many dirty words we could string together. It went a little something like “dick suck, titty fuck, mother fucking 2 balled bitches.” Super mature and grown up. Except for now on my birthday I am blogging, ordering pizza, working, making macaroni and cheese. Back when I was immature, I was getting drunk and making poor choices. Ok, to be honest, I am drinking vodka (again.)