I haven't been myself lately. For a few months, actually.

Instead I've been so caught up with where I think I should be, what I think I should have, what I wish I would look like, how I think I should act, what I wish I was doing, where I wish I was living, why the long hours at work or home can seem so pointless, etc. (okay so this rambles for a bit if you want to read more okay, but will warn you it gets kinds self-involved for the next paragraph or so)

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40 inspirational speeches in 2 minutes:

FULL DISCLOSURE: I think they forgot "All the dude ever wanted was his rug back."

Kristie's new bathroom colors are so cool.

So I'm being a total sheep and painting Abbey's room today. "Cha Cha Pink" and "Denver Omelette" yellow. The plan is to finish up on Wednesday. I'll post pictures when it's done. (She's camping out with The Brothers until the big reveal. When she calls them that, I always picture a couple of monks.)

Too bad Tim kaboshed the loft bed, new carpet, new closet doors and updated light fixture. But since when should an almost 8-year old have a better room than me anyway?