Looky here, looky here.
I'm back from my 10-day bootcamp.
Wait, what bootcamp?
Well, I've been training to be a Real Housewife and it's tough stuff, let me tell you.
Especially when part of that title is completely irrelevant. Aka the whole "wife" part.
My drill sergeants have been kicking my ass big time...
They demanded I spend copious amounts of time in bed and/or lounging on the sofa like a waste of life. I wasn't allowed to be productive in any manor and if I didn't have a cocktail in my hand by 4pm I was nearly licked to death. See? I told you, tough stuff.
Really though, waking up before the sun was up this morning was rough.
I managed to successfully waste my life away for 10 days straight and I have the piles of unanswered emails and unfinished client work to prove it.
I believe I very well may be qualified for a PhD in procrastination after this 10-day bootcamp. Never in my life have I lied to myself by using the phrase "Tomorrow, I'll definitely get that done. Definitely." so many times.
I just could. not. find that spark inside of me to ignite my productivity fire. Sorry.
After all of that training, I am positive I'm ready to be a
stay at home dog mom Real Housewife though I'm not sure there's any training in the world that could prepare my liver for such a career.
Either way, my house
wifeperson brain is ridiculously foggy today and I'm not even sure why I'm trying to post today. I guess I just feel a little bad because it's the new year and I've yet to even mention that. So, yeah, Happy New Years to all of you lovely people.
I'm going to go pretend like I'm working now.