I apologize for not blogging on a daily basis. I haven’t been extremely busy so I have no excuse for not making time to blog. After some thought, I am realizing I am overwhelmed.
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| Keep smiling at Brite Spot diner |
Not with life, everything has been awesome. Antz had two recent trips to San Francisco for work and Liv is her rad usual self *with a runny nose, boo*. I am overwhelmed with my ambition. I have so many things I want to do, I have been unable to get started. Have you ever felt that way? I’ve hit a creative road block.
I want to give my blog a makeover.
I want to attend Blogshop so I can learn how to makeover my blog.
I want to learn how to use my new camera so I can create new content for my blog.
I want to expand our etsy shop.
I want to throw a spectacular rainbow party for Liv’s 2nd birthday.
I want to make a rainbow cake for Liv’s birthday *trial cake finished*
I want to make a video of Liv’s second year. *here it is*
I want to make a Shutterfly photobook of Liv’s second year.*completed*
I want a new summer wardrobe.
I want new pretty bras. *since I’ve stopped nursing*
I want to go bike riding at the Strand in Manhattan Beach.
I want to color my hair.
I want to remodel our kitchen and hallway.
I want to plant flowers and veggies in our garden.
I want to take a road trip to Austin.
I want to spend our 10 year wedding anniversary in Hawaii.
I want to book our cabin for Jessica & Trevor’s wedding.
I want to save money.
I want to pay off our credit cards.
I want to sell our house and buy our dream house.
I want to do more than I’m capable of doing.
All these desires are overwhelming me to begin action. I can’t focus on one thing at a time. I, of course, turn to my Mom’s words of wisdom…”How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.”
I never really understood this metaphor. I mean, I would never want to eat an elephant, maybe if you replaced it with lobster, it applies. Oh, now I get it! I need to take things one at a time. I have a list things to do for Liv’s birthday so I can start there. Maybe this weekend I’ll make a mini rainbow cake for a trial run so I won’t have a disaster for her birthday. I found the food coloring at Michael’s yesterday when I was visiting Aimee. I picked up the streamers for the decor. I also bought more felt to make a birthday crown since I couldn’t find anything I loved on etsy. I need to order her birthday attire *and maybe a few pieces for me since Gap is having a sale*
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| Paisley maxi dress |
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Broken-in straight khakis
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| Floppy sun hat |
This is where I begin to contradict myself. I want to shop and save simultaneously. I have no willpower when it comes to shopping. I have to accept that we can’t afford Hawaii this year. We will go one day. I am looking forward to Palm Springs next month. Yes, I have been there hundreds of times but it will be Olivia’s first time. I am super excited about The Saguaro and we will have a short but sweet time. Huzzah for mini vacays! I need to rearrange my list of priorities. I get sucked into wanting everything all at once and that leads to non productivity and that is lame. My inner Veruca is taking over!
Speaking of lame, Liv has been a potty training wonder but…she only uses the potty when she is naked *which she prefers to be 75% of the time* I’ve unsuccessfully tried pull-ups, she has Yo Gabba Gabba! panties that she hates to wear, she just doesn’t like to use the potty if she’s wearing something. I am getting tired of cleaning up the mess when she has an accident and our washer and dryer have been going 24 hours a day. I am concerned letting her go naked is the lazy approach to potty training. Although I can’t help but feel super proud every time she goes potty and announces triumphantly, “I deed it!”
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| sunkissis via Instagram |
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| sunkissis via Instagram |
Suri’s Burn Book also must share the blame for being a majority of my free time suck. I crack myself up hearing her voice in my head when I read these snarky posts that are so brilliantly entertaining. Enjoy when you’re bored at work or endlessly waiting for your toddler to go potty when she’s really crying wolf.