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Chattering Monkey Brain

You would not know that there is a full on ton of work for me to accomplish at the office the way my stupid chattering monkey brain is carrying on.

So far today the topics that have drifted across my consciousness include but certainly aren't limited to:

Upcoming NY trip. What to pack. To shop or not to shop. Creating full agenda.  Should I do a pedi? And if so, what color? Tangerine? Deep brown? Red? Neutral? And is this important? Who will see it besides me at night or when I'm in the shower?

Carpet. How much is it really going to cost? Should we do our bedroom too while we're at it? Where in the heck will we put the entire contents of our house while they're laying the new carpet? How does this work?

Work deadlines. Beating them, pre-planning to avoid any 'reminder' emails (with smiley faces everywhere) from the home office while in NY.

House project...should we texture more walls? Will we have time/energy to do that and paint them before the carpet gets installed? Is it worth it to exhaust myself before I go to NY, which is itself exhausting???

Is winter really almost over? Will the spring flowers begin to show their little greens in the next week or so? Should I think about getting out some of my not so cold weather clothes now, though honestly, finding them might be a challenge since they're in Daughter's room (aka the storage facility) now that we're redoing her brother's room so maybe just waiting until we can put stuff back in remodeled space would make sense. But this is fashion. Does fashion EVER make sense? Really?


Speaking of fashion. I hate my wardrobe. I'm not sure when this happened but the realization that most of my clothes simply piss me off these days hit hard about two days ago. The things I love, I love. Like my new boots. And my fun heels and flats and stuff. But I feel like I've lost my sense of style. When I look at my clothes I see function and I see work-type stuff but I'm not feeling style. Anywhere. I'm going to need to remedy this. I'm not sure how, yet, but something's got to give. Or change, or coalesce in my vision of myself because right now I'm not sure if I'm soccer mom with a career or professional woman with cool casual taste or wannabe outdoorsy gal with a few skirts to jazz things up. It's not a great place to be, fashion wise. I must address this soon. And no, I am NOT PMSing, which is when I usually hate everything anyway, mostly due to it being tight in the waist or something it's not normally.

Fitness. Why is it so hard to be really consistent with regard to workouts? It's always a great feeling to finish, but finding the time, actually doing the workout? Harder than it should be in my opin. And NOT working out..doesn't work at all when you're my age. No sirree Bob.

Hair. Should I get a trim before I go to NY or should I just live with it getting a little..longer and a bit unruly? And if I get a trim, should I go ahead and do some fun highlighting? Cuz when you're there, and Spring is right around the corner, you know...

All this on one cup of coffee very early this morning.

I may need therapy.

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