I’m pretty irritated with myself today. Here it is, Monday, already; and what in Sam Hill happened to my weekend?
Sure, I remember it. That’s not what I’m asking. I’m asking what happened to it? What was I thinking? Why didn’t I sleep in, why didn’t I take that 72-hour bubble bath I’ve been promising myself, why did I not turn down those last 11 Christmas cookies?
That’s it. I’ve got to have a talk with me.
You know, for the most part, I enjoy me. I mean, I work hard, I practice personal hygiene, and I’ve got all my own teeth. I like that in a person.
But this constant go-go-go? Exhausting! I mean, how long can one person continue to pull her own weight, continue to fulfill obligations, continue to keep her hair brushed and her glasses reasonably un-smudged?
Who do I gotta talk to around here to get me to slow down?!
So that’s it then. I’m going to avoid my calls for a while, see if that slows me down. I hate to freeze me out like that – I mean, I know enough about me to know why I am the way I am – but it’s the only way I’m going to get anything done.
I mean, get nothing done.
Oh, I am so not taking my calls anymore.
11 hours ago