It's all about...babysteps

My sink is still shiny and lunches for tomorrow are packed. I've been working on overdue thank you cards from my birthday (2 weeks ago) and I've only made it thru two...then I was sidetracked by the computer when I remember that I need to send some info to my grandma so she can order my birthday present (a renewal of a magazine subscription) only, well, 2 weeks later.

I had leftover pizza for dinner along with a caffeine-free Coke and Tiramisu for a late, late dessert...now all I want to due it brush my teeth. I am trying to drink my water since I'm retaining water like crazy...my fingers, toes and ankles are itchy, like I'm 9 months pregnant. Obviously this is an area I need to work in.

I have clothes in the dryer from 2 days ago and a load of laundry that I've washed for the second time - whites with my son's only pair of jeans thrown in - in the washer waiting to go. I'm sitting here telling myself I need to go take care of it...I sooo don't want to.

Here I go...