I had grand plans for the month of February. I was going to finish my book, get “fab abs” and finally read a book for the book club I joined last month.
And how am I doing? I edited 2 pages of my book and wrote about 4 new sentences. I worked my way up to 25 sit-ups and promptly quit. I haven’t even picked up the book I am meant to read for the next meeting and cannot attend the meeting, because the husband and I will be away that weekend.
So I’ve accomplished very little of what I wanted. I know the month is not over yet, but I am currently on a plane to my 2nd city of the week desperately trying to stay awake, so I can sleep tonight. I did not sleep last night. Then I head to city number 3 and fly home, landing well past my bedtime on Friday night.
Therefore, I will be a useless, drooling mess this weekend. I suspect I will be buried in work next week and then the month is over.
I have failed February. Perhaps March will be better.
Oh and my daughter is now talking well enough to deliver very clear guilt trips over the phone. So yay.