Falling Behind

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While I'm loving the new job, I admit I'm still struggling with fitting everything I want to accomplish into any given day, week or month. I'm behind on e-mails, laundry, freelance work, reading, blogging, Twitter, and meal planning. The cats barely recognize me because they never see me and if anyone were to come over and give my house the white-glove test, I would die a thousand deaths of embarrassment. My mom recently asked, "How hard is it to clean the new house?" My reply: "I wouldn't know." 

I don't know why I'm startled to find that not having an extra six hours a day to run errands, work out, blog, write or nap would set me behind, but I am. Getting off work at 2:30 sounds ideal, and it is, but I'm not getting anywhere near the amount of things done that I thought I would with the time that's left to me. 

"It's about prioritizing," says Blair. 

 

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Ah, Youth

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This isn't my story, but the story of a running friend of mine. Beautiful girl, 26, in a new relationship with a guy that has turned serious. It's the boy's (I'm in my 40's and he's in his 20's so yes, I said "boy" and I meant it) first serious relationship and, as my friend reported, he still has a few things to learn. To wit, the other week my friend warned her boyfriend that she was feeling PMS-ee. 

"What do you mean?" he asked. 

"I just feel kind of fat and like I may burst into tears," she said.

He took her hand, looked into her eyes and in all seriousness asked, "Are you pregnant?"

She told this story at girl's night out and we all died laughing. Our new code phrase for when we feel sad or bloated is now, "Are you pregnant?"

Cheers,

Dena

Explosions At Boston

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As a runner and 2010 Boston Marathon participant, I’m devastated over the recent tragedy in Boston. I’ve sat with it for a few days, trying to piece together my thoughts, my emotions, and what it all means. And then I saw a photo on Facebook that summed up everything I was thinking and feeling. 

Love and prayers to all affected by the Boston tragedy. 

Dena

Smug Marrieds: The Devoted Wife

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I am a devoted wife. I know this because Chicken Soup For the Soul: Devotional Stories for Wives just accepted one of my stories for inclusion in their book. If only acceptance came with a little "devoted wife" badge I could pull out and show people. 

Remember this blog post?


This is the one where Blair referred to me as a Skeksis from The Dark Crystal. The story I submitted is a slightly modified version. Finally, our love of muppets, Jim Henson and lack of inhibition around referring to each other as beaked, scaly creatures is paying off. 

Once the book comes out, I'm sure I'll be signing all my book copies, Dena - The Devoted Wife.

Cheers.