I want to whine about work.
I want to whine about sick kids.
I want to whine about having trouble losing weight.
I want to whine about not finding time to work out.
I want to whine about not having enough time or energy to write what I want, when I want.
But mostly I want to whine about whining. Because seriously, enough with the pity party already!
I’m so tired of being tired. So tired of hating my job. So tired of wanting more and not having the bandwidth to get what I want.
I search the job listings and send out some resumes here and there, but so far I’ve had no nibbles.
I count my points for most of the weeks and then I do quite a bit of nibbling.
The kids get over one sickness only to catch a new germ.
And when I do get time to write I waste it surfing the net or reading blogs.
I need help. I need someone to pull me up by my boot straps and give me a good talking to. Or maybe I just need to cut myself some slack and stop expecting so much from myself. Maybe if my expectations were a little lower I wouldn’t constantly feel as though I was constantly falling short and failing the people around me.
Let’s start with today. I didn’t get as much work done as I was hoping, but I did finish a project I probably wouldn’t have gotten to at the office and I did it while caring for two cranky kids. I made dinner in the crockpot, and I’m sure it’ll taste great when we eat it tomorrow. I
dragged took the kids to PetCo for a little “free zoo” excursion and then to Target for diapers and diaper ointment.
Not so bad all in all right?
Let’s see what I accomplish tomorrow!