Why is time going by so fast? Each day is faster than the one before and each new month seems to roll around too quickly. I seem to be overcome with guilt. It's snowballing. Nothing is ever good enough in my head. The past week I've been doing a lot of spring cleaning. I tend to feel guilty if I don't spend Ari's awake time doing stimulating activities with her and then when the day draws to a close I'm overwhelmed with the sheer amount of non baby related chores that I didn't get to do. I've spent many nights over the last week or two up way past my bed time cleaning out every corner of the house. Throwing out books, magazines, old paperwork, DVD's... cleaning windows, getting the laundry pile to zero. Figuring out what the dress the baby in now that I'm sick of all of her winter clothes, yet summer weather is nowhere to be seen. And email. Oh the email. Why is it so hard for you to stop emailing me if I've unsubscribed from your mailing list you silly website?? You're no longer relevant to me.
I have a desk drawer to clean out during tomorrow's morning nap and I think I am done for the time being. Maybe then I work on purging myself of the copious amounts of sugar I've been eating to cope? Not maybe, definitely. This dull headache needs to go.