Remember how I said a couple of weeks ago that I felt like we were starting to find our new “normal”?
I don’t know what it is but it feels like I’m just treading water these days. The hours are flying by. Days are running together and are here and gone before I know it.
How has it been eight weeks already?
Shouldn’t I have it more together at this point?
What does that even mean?
My to-do list is not getting done. There are things on that list that have been there for weeks. My inbox needs attention. There are things that I need to take care of before I return to work next month.
I have good intentions of taking care of all of it.
Really I do.
Instead I sleep just a little longer in the morning to make up for the lack of it throughout the night. I snuggle with the baby for a few extra minutes and tell myself I’ll get the other stuff done later.
Next thing I know later has come and gone.
And suddenly it’s tomorrow.