This house is a mess. The floors need mopping and vacuuming and the bathrooms need cleaning. I'm pretty sure the kitchen sink needs to be bleached as well. I am equally sure that I don't feel like doing any of it. I'm managing to keep up on the basics and that's it. I'm sure by the time I feel like cleaning I will need to invest in some industrial supplies. Ok - probably not but still.
I can't believe Easter is Sunday. For the first year ever since having kids I have not pulled out decorations and I really don't care about it. I'll need to go into the garage and find the kids baskets and plastic eggs but beyond those things - I'm not doing anything this year. I'm alone with the kids all weekend - thank goodness the bunny is bringing them both movies because that's going to pretty much be the extent of Easter at my house.
I've learned some hard lessons lately. First and foremost is you never really know who your friends are until something major takes place. Then? Then it's easy, though painful, to weed out the people who aren't. It sucks when you think you have friends and it turns out they never were but that's life. I have realized that most people who start caring after something huge happens in your life are mostly there for the gossip factor. People love drama and apparently many will pose as friends to get it. It's a sad statement of fact but there it is. Always good to know the people you can really count on though and now, at least, I know who they are.
I've learned that when people who honestly care about you are worried about you, they will go outside their comfort zone to talk with someone they would rather not to make sure you are being checked up on.
I've learned something really important about myself over the past 7 months; when I am sad, I will eat. When I am heartbroken, I don't. Size 6, here I come.