After a couple of weeks of social butterflying (and having a great time, I should add), I’ve come back to reality with a *thud*. Not only have I not moved forward, things have started to deteriorate. New shopping is piling up (not much, but still), the kitchen light’s burned out, snow needs shoveling (more’s falling), etc., etc., etc. So discouraging.
Also, to add to it, I’ve gained five pounds from all the eating out. I’m not regretting the fun, but I do wish things would not start moving backwards the moment I look away. It’s going to be another Christmas without decorations; the thought of all the extra effort that would take makes me want to cry.
I guess I know what I’m spending this weekend doing.