Every once in a while I feel as if I’m trapped. I feel as if I’m in a cave and I get ever so frustrated. I feel as if that behemothic wrinkle between my furrowed brow is about to crack (Botox would fix that! Spouse?) Today however, I woke up with the giant rain cloud and realized that I’m going to blow that giant cloud with the enthusiasm of all the choices I get to make. Are you ready?
Should I forget I have plantar fasciitis or do my stretches? Better do my stretches. It might be contagious and we don’t need four of us around here with screaming heels.
It’s 7:00am, the kids went to bed at 11:30, should I shower now or should I go mess with some photos and surf for lenses? Mess with some photos and surf for lenses.
Spouse came down to my make-believe photo lab and should I send him away or ask him to get his nifty tripod? Go get the tripod.
Should I forget I have plantar fasciitis or do my stretches? Better do my stretches. Not running has turned my attitude into a bathtub drain (although music and Flash Gordon and shoes and xanax are all plugs...)
Kids are awake, should I prepare breakfast now or wait until they completely melt from low blood sugar? Wait for them to melt.
Should I water the flowers first or clean the kitchen? Water the flowers and let the ADD kick in so as you forget the kitchen needs to be cleaned.
Should I forget I have plantar fasciitis or do my stretches? Better do my stretches. It’ll give me the chance to philosophize the importance of rounded corners in home construction.
Should I yell at the kids to finish their jobs or should I patiently wait for them to fail and issue an appropriate consequence? Yell at the kids.
Should we go to the pool and loose child #1’s goggles or should we stay home and watch the paint peel? Go to the pool and loose the goggles.
Should I forget I have plantar fasciitis or do my stretches? Better do my stretches. There’s a marathon in October!
Should I go back to the photo lab/office and work or should I blog? Blog.
So many choices… let’s hear about yours!