Do you ever get in a 'funk', where all you want to do is nothing at all?
Well, I'm in a little 'funk' right now. And actually, the problem is that I want/need to do many things and I get into overload mode, and then I just overwhelm myself and would rather sit on my couch and eat Girl Scout Cookies.
Speaking of Girl Scout Cookies......dang them Girl Scouts. I love how their cookie season coincides with the early months of the year. I mean, what if I were trying to diet? How could I diet knowing they were selling cookies? They come once a year. I wait ALL.YEAR.LONG to eat my peanut butter patties. I'm not dieting (for the record), but still!
Anyway, back to my funk. I've been on Spring Break this week (can I stop and tell you how much I love my job? Because I do. I reallllly do). And as I sit and type this on Friday, it's the first day I've been home. I've been crossing off my list all week long. This prep work before we build our house is intense. So many errands, papers to sign, permits to get...it's making my head spin. Don't get me wrong, I am SO excited, and feel so blessed to be able to do this, but I underestimated the amount of prep work.
I've also got a few projects I've been working on myself. One specific project has woken me up at 3 in the morning at least 2 times this week. I wake up thinking about it, wondering if I should go through with it, and imagining all the different possibilities with it. I hate to be so vague about it, but it's still something I'm thinking/praying about and not sure if I want/have time to do. Hopefully I can talk more about it soon.
I have been neglecting my blog like crazy. I really intended to blog more since I've been home a little more, but somehow it never happens. I've got a few new recipes I've been meaning to share, and even a few DIY projects, but I haven't even photographed them. It has something to do with a curious and demanding toddler. Y'all. This is what my kitchen looked like the other night when I was cooking one of those recipes I meant to share:
That's macaroni on the floor in case you can't tell. How did I cook a meal before I had a son? I mean surely I was making prime rib and dessert every night. If I wasn't, I had no excuse not to.
In other unimportant news, this happened last weekend:
Yep. That's me and Tony Dungy. Ben and I went to a coaching clinic this past weekend where he was the guest speaker. I didn't want to hound him for a picture, but I knew I'd never have a chance again, so I shamelessly followed him until I got close. He was a tremendous speaker, and was just as I imagined he'd be. Now, this was a really big deal to me. I have a load of respect for him. I started following him when he started coaching the Colts. Ben and I have both read his books, and I just got Ben a copy of his latest book, Uncommon. He signed it for us. I tried to act cool and collected, but it didn't happen. I was a starstruck groupie.
If you've made it through this entire post, bless your heart. I'm going to succumb to my Benadryl coma now, and sleep like a unicorn on a cloud.
Have a blessed Friday :)