Lately I feel like I just can't pull myself together.
I hold myself to pretty high expectations sometimes. In quite a few areas.
And sometimes I really miss the mark and I am left worrying and frustrated with not getting as much done as I think I should be.
Some things that should be getting done haven't been.
And some things that don't HAVE to be done, have been.
But lots of things I WANT to be done aren't done at all.
As much as I want the attitude "it's okay, I'll try again tomorrow and do better" that doesn't come so naturally to me. I'm more of the "should have, could have but didn't, oh why didn't I" kinda gal.
So if I haven't gotten around to a few things I was supposed to do for you, please accept my apologizes. I seem to have a million things on the go currently.
And yet I am only thinking about finding a house and moving. I found a house, but someone else bought it. So in two weeks at Easter, we'll go down (reg will be DONE med school by then (CRAZY!)) and try and find a house.
I want to find a house we love. And I don't want to be crammed into a small place. I'm not expecting my dream house at all. But I want to get somewhere that all of us can fit comfortably for 2 years. With a kitchen I love. Since it's true what Lindsay says that I live in the kitchen.
I don't ever want to be a demanding wife. You know those marriages where the wife wears the pants (you all know someone, and if you don't YOU'RE probably it ;) ) or where the husband totally does. With me and Reg we try and get a healthy balance where we both have a leg in. I try to not push what I want onto my husband. But I don't want to be my mom, who has done without LOTS of things cause she didn't want to nag or sound demanding. Another area where I lack I guess.
Man I guess this is all confession time eh?
On that note, I have two bags of fuzzy peaches, a pack of rolo's and one fruit and nut chocolate bar hiding in my underwear drawer. :)