I know, news flash, right? You have a calendar too. I get it, but it’s January.
This she-bear can only hibernate for so long before she gets a little stir crazy, and by “stir crazy” I mean I’m grasping at any reason to leave the house. I may have waited outside in the cold for another mother’s child’s school bus this afternoon just so I could chat with a human.
There’s no telling what my mental state will be like in thirty days. Keep your children and your chocolate at arm’s length.
I’m trying to stay positive, focused, but it’s taking every ounce of energy I have. That’s exactly why I consumed two servings of cookies last night.
Actually, is a serving one cookie?
Because if it is, I am lying. I ate more than two cookies.
Today I was scheduled to write a post for a Canadian bank on saving money. They backed out of the deal.
What? You don’t want to take financial advice from poor girl with a dryer that may or may not be as old as the date on her license (Which, for the record, must be an error. I cannot possibly have been born in that decade.).
FYI: love my dryer.
I got all my advice from my banker brother. He’s pretty much the exact opposite of me, so he doesn’t procrastinate, he’s wildly successful at his job, and he lives in Florida. Suffice it to say, he’s not suffering from cabin fever. He’s also an infamous list maker and he doesn’t leave his dirty socks on the floor.
Told you, complete opposite.
Anyway, I know how you could all grow your savings accounts. If you want my super-awesome tips to get rich not-so-quick, call Canada. They’ve got the money honey.
Like I said, I’m trying to be productive. I promised an eBook by Mother’s Day and I intend to keep that promise. I’ll say this, writing is more of a mind struggle than a word struggle. Writing is the easy part. Not talking yourself out of sharing what you write is downright difficult.
So, if you need me, I’ll be locked in my room wearing a fluffy pink robe and two pairs of socks. If you stop by, I’ll share my cookies.
Although I hibernate, I’m not a grisly bear. I don’t bite. Not yet anyway. Check back with me in February on that one.