Chaos....

My brain has been total chaos the past month. I really don't know why or how I get like this. I'm usually a very organized and together-type person. And then all of the sudden, everything spirals out of control.

This happens to me every few months or so. I've tried to take baby steps to get myself back together. I really think it's this shift I'm working right now. I don't function well working night shift. I used to be a total night person. When you have a child, you just can't spend your entire day sleeping. Even Angry Husband mentioned that I've been working out less too. He doesn't care how much I work out, but he knows I do.

I finally got caught up with all our bills. I've been kinda slacking in that department. Verizon Wireless was sure happy they got some money.

I need to re-organize this house and clean it. I really want to go through all the boxes and totes in our garage. Christmas is coming. I need to make a really big shopping list.

I haven't had any races since September. So my running is sucking too. I'm pretty sure that I'm doing one on Thanksgiving. Hopefully, I can get some day shifts next year, otherwise 2009 is going to be a really long year.

I'm working a long day today, so hopefully, I can do some blog posts. I have tons of pictures from this week. Angry Husband's family was all in town.

I started working on this post last night but damn crime had to happen. I got a late call, hate that.

Life Catches Up with You!!

I'm working right now.

I went to two Halloween parties last night.

I have lots to blog about.

We have family in town all next week.

I will try and do some posts tomorrow.

Recovering from my Weekend

I haven't had the focus or concentration to really blog all weekend. I have lots of things to blog about. I've even made some lists of potential blog topics. But, I just can't quite sit down and type.

I'm still in a bi-polar love/hate relationship with my hair. Yes, it will grow. There is actually a length that I want it to get to. I have a picture on my desk at home, with me and an ex-friend, S. I think I'm going to wait for about 4 weeks for the next haircut. That will be around my birthday. Ye gads, I can't have another tragic haircut, the week of my birthday.

I'm soo very tired right now, but I will try and plow through some posts. I've been working weekend nights since early September and it's killing me. My body is fighting soo hard to adjust. I can't figure out when to work out, what times to eat, how long to sleep, yet even do laundry. Even Angry Husband mentioned today that I've really cut down on my workouts.

I didn't leave work until 4am, Monday morning. This is not good. I sleep until 11:30am-ish, which only gave me a few hours before I had to return to work again. Angry Husband was already running around cleaning the house. I sorted the laundry and began marinating Angry Toddler's laundry. I call it "marinating" because, I have to pick through every single thing that he wears, looking for stains, and using stain products on the stains.

I then decided that I would do a "tiny" run, like 3 miles or something. I turned on the TV in the garage and hopped on the treadmill. At about mile 2, the treadmill completely shut down. I freaked. I screamed for Angry Husband. Did he hear me? Nope. Damn Marine Corps made him lose hearing....although I secretly think he tunes me out. About 30 minutes later, he went and looked at the treadmill. He said that I tripped a breaker or something. He then mumbled something about re-wiring the garage electrical outlets, or something.

I was really freaking about the treadmill. I have a membership to 24-Hour Fatness. But really sometimes, I had getting all dressed up in my gym clothes, so that I can come out of there looking like a drowned rat. I much prefer running on my home treadmill in my shorts and whatever is available sports bra. No one can see my muffin top, well no one, except our dogs.

I got a little pro-active today though. I laid out my gym clothes for tomorrow. As soon as I get up, I'm going to roll into my gym clothes, and head to 24 Hour Fatness. I have a date with the elliptical and some weights.

Procrastinating

I'm being totally lazy today. I'm catching up on my DVR'ed shows. I'm blogging and reading my favorite blogs.

I have a hair appointment at 11:30, it's now 10:20. This damn short hair. I have to get it cut every 2 weeks for it to look decent. It sucks. I'm letting it grow out a little longer on top though.

I have laundry and cleaning to do, but I don't want to start.

My mom was being her total bi-polar self as usual. She was flipping out about some spider she saw in her house last night. She's convinced that it bit her and it's poisonous. DRAMA! I was like, uh huh, uh huh, ok. Then she started bitching about the stick market again. My mom has never bought any stocks on her own. All the stocks that my mom has were my grandma's. I kept telling my mom that she needs to diversify her portfolio cause she has no clue about the stocks that she has. She continued to bitch about how much shopping we (her and I) do and how we need to stop. I haven't been shopping with my mom for at least a month. She goes on and on...

Then she tells me to meet her at Victoria's Secret at 2pm. She gets off work at 2pm and wants to go shopping there. I've been complaining about not having any bras that fit me lately. With weight loss, comes smaller boobies for Angry Julie. So I guess she's back to shopping again.

I suppose I will motivate myself to do some things when I get back from the mall.