I feel like I've gotten nothing done at work today because I've spent the whole day dealing with larger issues, instead of the little pile of files on my desk. I hate that.
It's lunch now. I'd really like to be eating a sandwich with crunchy peanut butter and blackberry jam and some Cheetos, but what I packed was fruit and yogurt and some carrots. So not the same thing. I'd totally go raid the snack shop, but I've already done that today. It seems that it totally slipped my mind that I really do need to eat something between breakfast at 3:30am and lunch at 11:30am.
I need to come up with a game plan for that, too, or I'll just end up
I'm also still shopping for Mother's Day. Do you have any idea how many mothers I have to shop for? A Lot. That's how many.
Whoever came up with Mother's Day was cracked in the head. Did they not get the concept that most mothers have mothers? Not to mention that a lot of us still have youngish kids running around to take care of? And for some reason this is, like, the third year running that Mother's Day has fallen on daddy's weekend?
I think it's safe to say that Mother's Day has kind of lost it's charm for me.
How compulsive does it make me if I make sure I have one of each fruit on my spoon with each bite?