Too many wants, not enough time...

I want to be an amazing wife who connects with her husband on a deeper level daily. I want to be a super mom who can devote hours of time each day to my child. I want to advance my careers, yes that includes Pampered Chef. I want to be the best homemaker who cooks and cleans daily. I want to be a dog whisperer who can solve all of our doggy issues. I want to be a sought after baker who can make the most exquisite cakes, cupcakes, and what not. I want to be one of those super creative people who can make anything look adorable. I want to put in my time at the gym and work my diet in order to have Angelina Jolie's body. I want to swallow my medicine and become debt free this year.

I truly believe that all of these things are possible, well probably not the Angelina Jolie, but I would be happy with healthy looking. I just can't seem to get the timing down to do anything! I am a person who craves a schedule, but I just can't seem to schedule my own life. When I devote time to one of my goals I feel bad for not spending time on other goals. I constantly think, "Oh, I shouldn't being doing this now because I should be doing...". Well, I'm tired of feeling guilty. So I need to schedule my life just so I don't have to feel guilty anymore. Let me break out the pencil and paper and I'll get back to you when I have it completed.

Thanks for listening,

Sorry for the absence...

Just when I say I won't let it happen again- it does. Sorry for my absence. You see, someone kidnapped my child. Well, not really, but it did seem like it. One night over this beautiful holiday break, probably about a week ago, I put my adorable child to bed and the baby who woke up was NOT my good natured child. A monster woke up, at 2:30a none the less. Pampered daughter has been getting two new teeth for the last week and both of us have been miserable! She was waking up 2-3 times a night, she just wanted to be held, she wasn't eating, and even started running a fever! Poor thing. We gave her Tylenol and Motrin, we held her, we rocked her, we sang to her, nothing worked. My nerves were shot last night and I had to pull out the baby swing. After an hour of fussing in the swing she finally fell asleep. She woke up once last night, quick few ounces of formula and back to sleep- until 8a!!! She woke up in her usual state of super happy and ready to play. Thank goodness that my Pampered Daughter has returned, oh yeah, and she has two new teeth!