I am feeling a little something. Something not awesome. Something a little bit icky. I probably need a vacation. Or at least a nap.
I feel inadequate. Overwhelmed, understaffed, misunderstood. I know, without a doubt, that I have too much on my plate. I keep dropping the balls that I am juggling. They roll under the couch to live in dust bunny infested quarters, unnoticed, forgotten. At least until someone says,"Hey, weren't you gonna take care of that?"
One of the great many balls that I have let roll off and become lost is this blog. And so I have made the executive decision to allow my super talented daughter to post for me. Although it makes me feel a little bad. I will pep talk myself through it.
"It is better that someone post the hilarity that is our life than let it be lost, forever. Better to let Sarah help/do it for me than to lose it. Right? Right. Right! RIGHT?!?!?!?!
And so, prepare yourself for awesomeness. (I will have to remember to nag her about posting pictures,too.) And everyone should be brutally honest with her on any grammatical errors you might find. Because she would do it for you, if the situation were reversed.
Don't forget to check out my new favorite blog: http://happyinadequacies.blogspot.com/
p.s. No one is allowed to edit my posts but me. Just saying. In case I needed to. Do I need to add the threat of death? Unless, of course, you find a glaring grammatical error.
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