I have a disturbing habit (several actually).  When I’m driving through our neighborhood at night I cannot help but stare into peoples houses to see what they are watching on tv.  I never attempt to see what the people are doing (that would be creepy) but somehow knowing what they have on the tv is a compulsion to me.  Does that make me crazy?

Well today was rough. Connor is going through this thing where he is unhappy every second of the day and night. Maybe I’m exaggerating, its really just every second of the day and evening, but he still sleeps through the night. There’s that’s more accurate. I’m just so tired and I’m cranky. Last night for some reason I stayed up till 1am talking and working and well doing a whole lot of nothing. But that’s ok because tonight I plan on sleeping so I can get more done tomorrow.

On Friday friend Jordan is visiting and I’m totally truly infinitely, and other lys pumped about it. I’ve got the fridge stocked with Diet Coke and I’m cleaning up the guest room, and well other than that I’m just getting psyched. I might even give Maggie a bath

But enough of my adorable puppy and back to my bad day. Sometimes I just wish wish wish that things would slow down a bit, or speed up or… well do something. I dunno. I keep thinking I need to get ahead, but ahead of what really? I mean being a stay at home mom its hard to set goals or create strategies or yearly strategic planning or whatever people who work do. Life kinda goes by day to day and its awesome and weird at the same time. There’s a rhythm to it (which keeps me from going crazy) but other than that I dunno.

I’m not sure if any of that made sense… I think its time for me to go to bed.