So, I haven’t been as good with my new year’s resolutions as I wanted to be (no surprise there). What started out as a fantastic get-my-butt-to-the-gym-and-eat-healthy-at-all-times regimen has now turned into a do-I-really-have-to-workout-today-and-what’s-one-more-slice-of-cake struggle.
That plus the fact that I have baby fever. I look around and just about everyone my age is having and/or have had kids. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want kids just to “get on the bandwagon” or because “it’s time”. I want kids because my mind, body, and soul are telling me, “This is what you are meant to do. This is going to be your biggest contribution to society”. It’s gotten bad. Really bad. I’m looking at maternity clothes, baby stuff, and even children’s educational programs. I know, I’m going a bit batty.
Now that I’ve had lunch, I have a mad dash to go to the post office, update my fashion blog, blast out e-mails to promote this event I’m co-hosting in DC, go to the bank, and run a few other errands–all before rush hour which starts at 3PM in these parts. More updates later. Ciao.