Are there really only 50 days until Christmas? I am too tired to figure it out myself… but I am sure that this is impossible because just yesterday it was March. I am guessing if I blink it will be March again. I hate being so busy that time is getting away from me. I keep thinking about all the time I am missing and can’t get back. I want to be able to sit back and smell the roses, but there just isn’t enough time for that when you are raising two kids and running your own business. Never mind the relaxing stuff… there never seem to be enough hours in the day to get the work done either. Which reminds me I forgot to stop for gas today, which means I will have to get it in the morning… when it will probably be 10 cents more than it was today. As it is the two stations near the store have gone up 20 cents since Friday. Pretty soon it will be cheaper to take the train in… and that costs an arm and a leg!!
I have that I forgot something feeling a lot lately. I am thinking I should carry a little notepad in my pocket so I can write stuff down, but with my luck I will forget it somewhere. Maybe I should get myself one of those digital recorders… wouldn’t that be fun.. course I would probably never have the time to listen to it.. and besides I hate the sound of my own voice. I hate listening to myself when I have to leave a message on the voice mail here at the house. If I could skip over that part I would. I hate it when The Mr.plays his messages on speaker and I can hear myself leaving a message for him Ugh!
My brother got laid off today. I think he is probably glad, because he has been complaining about the company for a while. His wife makes good money though so they will be ok for a bit.
All of a sudden I am nodding off. It just hit me all at once. I am so old! I can’t even make it up til 11pm anymore…. Ugh!
Night all!
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The pre-menopausal brain fog. Got that, myself.
My recorded voice sounds like someone else, entirely. With a stopped up nose. Meh.