Heck, as I'm sitting here typing this, I've got my jeans on, but still haven't made it out of my pajama top. I did my makeup, but only because I'm going out with my husband when he gets home, but I still have curlers in my hair.
And the kids are still in their PJ's!
I often wonder to myself, where did *I* go. Occasionally I remember the young woman that once inhabited this body. For some reason though, I struggle with guilt anytime I want to do something for her. Spending time on myself, much less money, is extremely difficult for me!
I've got so many things I want to do and accomplish, I don't even know where to start!
No comments:
Post a Comment