It’s Tuesday (Wednesday?)!!! You know what that means. Late night musings from the sleep deprived and oh-so-deep thinker that I am.  OK, just kidding.

I have been excessively busy lately and have fallen behind in everything. I’ve been working myself to excess and I am in desperate need of some TLC. What decision did this lead to? I got back on that bandwagon called “The Diet” that I very quietly fell off of a while back. Hey! Everybody loves a belgian waffle. I just happen to love them like I love air. Ok, OK Blog. I see your point. Anyway, I am back. Day 2 of the low carb, high protein, drink way to much fluids diet has put me in a bit of a bad mood. This diet was a success of a 60 pound loss two years ago. That is stated to let you know that I “know” the ropes. A week of feeling tired as I back off my carb highs and cravings (as well as my diet soda addiction), two weeks of moodiness and about three weeks of the kids hiding from me just in case. Last part is false, though I did make them watch Voltron with me & dance to the Glee Soundtrack to make me cheer up. For some reason they gave me funny looks and ran for their skateboards as soon as possible. Anyway, I know the ropes … I just don’t like them.

I’ve decided that with the non-profit, photography, home-schooling child number one and trying to run a household, I needed to focus a little positive attention on me. Perhaps a little pampering? My health is an interesting thing. I am usually the last thing on the list to be concerned about. It feels good to carve out sometime and make me feel better. I do sort of feel better. I want to be healthy. With that comes great responsibility (in my “movie voice over” voice ) Of course I’m more tired than ever. It’s like some evil joke. I am unhealthy and therefore very tired. To get healthy you have to put in time and energy. Thus making me very tired. I remember when I was little and my Mom used to laugh at me whenever I said I was tired. Now I know why she was laughing.

Speaking of Moms …. Mother’s Day is coming up. How are you choosing to celebrate it? My Mom is 3,000 miles away. I miss her. The husband’s mom is 8 minutes away. We miss her too. She’s been working a lot of long hours lately. For Mother’s Day, I am going to spend time with the people who are important to me. After all, isn’t that what really matters in the end anyway? That and sleep. I’m just saying …