I confess and repent: It’s been several weeks since my last post. I’m sorry readers, I truly am. But you’ll have to understand, I’ve been a bit laid up. Sick. Tired. Worthless. In the past few weeks, I’ve been paradoxically plagued with bouts of narcoleptic insomnia. I fall asleep without a moment’s notice when it’s least expected (or accepted) – like in the middle of the kids’ swim lessons, I’m drawn to lay down on the bleachers and doze for 20 minutes, or in the Trader Joe’s parking lot, I’m inclined to rest my head on my steering wheel for a quick nap before venturing in to collect my groceries. Then when I need to sleep, like at 1 in the morning, I can’t help but toss and turn and wake up my husband for middle of the night company.
You see, my friends, the sleep disorder(s) notwithstanding, I haven’t had the strength or the mental wherewithal to sit my ass down and write a post. It’s near tragic. By this time, I should have at least three quarters of my goals completed – I barely have half checked off the list. And at the very least, by this time, I planned to have all of my goals announced – I have 4 more to present to you. The plan was to get all my goals on the list and, of course, save goal 40 for last. But it’s not going to work out that way …
I’m bursting to share Goal 40 with you. I just can’t wait. Goals 37-39 are going to have to take a back seat and make their debut out of order. I expect a lot for Goal 40. And I just cannot contain myself any longer.
I’ve been harboring a fugitive. Smuggling pumpkins. There’s a bun in the oven, a pea in the pod. I got knocked up. Preggers, prego, pg. Yes, it’s tin roof rusted over here at the love shack. This is 40. Set in motion. Completion date anticipated October 18th.
And now to finish my goals. With child. Now that’s a goal.