Well, I will tell you that lately, I am tempted to feel oh-so-discouraged. I feel like I've had to face a lot of hard conversations lately. Yikes. They are hard, but they are good. I started to write a long-winded dittitude (that's like a 'ditty' but longer), about some worrisome things* but instead, I decided on this.
Number One: I want to lose weight. I need to lose weight. So there's that.
Number Two: I want to stay home with our kiddos. Maybe that means working part-time. Maybe that means becoming a work-at-home mom. I don't know, but all's I know is that I wants it. I wants it real' bad.**
Number Three: Now that I have your attention, I honestly can't remember this one.
Boy is my face red. ***
Well, anyway- I want Numbers One & Two someday, and they seem mighty important.
With that being said, I was tempted to give into those nasty ole' glumps, but at last- I have successfully chased them away.
I have successfully chased them away because to tell you the truth- I am not giving up.
I'm not. I can't. I won't.
Also, I kicked them to the curb while giving them a look that says, "I mean business." Those suckers were cryin' for their mamas in no time.
Are the glumps at your doorstep? Send them my way, and I'll show em' who's boss.
Love and more glump-wrangling if you need it,
*I was going to capitalize Worrisome Things, but then realized that our worries aren't really worth a capital letter now, are they? So, tiny-lettered- worries they shall stay!
**I hope you think using bad grammar and made-up words is as amusing as I do. If not, then my apologies for sure.
*** A BOOK! I want to write a book! I am 10,000 words in and pretty darn excited! How could I forget?