I think it’s important to start by saying that I did not fall off the wagon.
I have had the kind of day that, two short weeks ago, would have sent me to Target just for the peace and quiet. And I would have bought stuff there. And I wouldn’t have cared.
The dog hasn’t been well today, so I’ve been keeping a close eye on him, and my son must have decided upon waking this morning that he just wasn’t going to listen all day.
I started the day with a to-do list a mile long, and maybe one-tenth of it got done. Some days that wouldn’t bug me. I don’t know why it’s bugging me so much today.
I just don’t want to hear the sound of my own voice for at least the next eight hours.
This is the first day I have felt the desire to buy something. Anything, really, that would get me out of the house. Instead, I’m sitting on the couch with my laptop (I really hope this thing lasts the year), dwelling on my lousy day which really wasn’t all that bad, and wondering how in the world I am going to keep this up for 50 more weeks.