"Goodbye!" - And don't let the door hit you on the way out

I've been in a little bit of a ... rut. A rut in my personal life, my work life.... a rut in working out.. in everything. Just blah.

Then... yesterday someone showed their ugly little face back in my life and it sent me into a complete tail spin. I completely panicked.

One thing I've learned? That I have to stay on top of it... on top of me I guess because it makes it a lot easier to shut that nasty little door if I am.

So I decided today that I was going to stop complaining about this rut I'm in and pull it back together, because the only one who is going to pull me out of this is me.

When your laundry pile is taller than you... It is time to actually do it.

I have been washing, drying, folding, hanging, and...... swearing... all day long.

I finally got my car cleaned out... from everything that was birthday in it. Well.. birthday or Charity project. Small stuffed animals and matchbox cars had taken over the front seat... the back seat.. and were creeping their way into the trunk. They probably would have made it in the trunk but my trunk was full of serving platters, candy jars... and everything else I haven't wanted to take care of.

I had to make a trip to the storage unit to put everything back in their dusty boxes. (Which is probably 99% of the reason I haven't done it) It is ALWAYS painful going there. I see everything I own covered in a layer of dust and it breaks my heart. This completely awful reminder that my whole life was put on hold for someone else... and that it's just sitting there.

I got my oil changed today. My car really appreciates that I think. It probably would have appreciated it about 10,000 miles ago.

Aiden got his hair cut so now he doesn't look homeless anymore. He wouldn't let her take any of the hair off the top of his head. Hahaha he wasn't falling for the high and tight... wanted it to look like a dinosaur. I guess mission accomplished.

I registered him for spring T-ball and soccer ... and registered him for his British summer soccer clinic. He couldn't be more thrilled. I'm broke... but he's smiling, and now this is all I'm going to hear about for the next 2 months. SOMEHOW I volunteered to coach. Oh momma....

I guess the good thing about coaching 4 year olds is that you're just trying to get them to hit the ball and run the bases, or to stick with one direction and try to make it into the goal. Oh and provide a snack at the end of games. My life just got a whole lot busier.

I made some gluten free pasta tonight. It didn't suck. Actually I assumed that it would taste like I was eating cardboard, but I guess if you put enough sauce on glorified rice noodles.. it isn't too bad.

Well I am off to the gym. I need to go and work my booty off. Get back on track. Sweat... a lot.