I vote that we change it so the new week starts on a different day. Wednesday, maybe.  Would the start of a new week feel so difficult if it started on Wednesday?

So far today I have done a load of dishes, wiped a whole piece of toast’s worth of crumbs from the kitchen counter,  photographed a product review item only to have my camera battery die with the battery charger nowhere in site, and called AT&T to cancel my home phone service.

On the bright side, I did convince the boys to take both their sister AND the dog on a walk around the neighborhood.  The reduction in the noise level around here is doing wonders for my state of mind.

Emails are furiously flying as I help the BlogHer conference organizers finalize the bookstore and book signings for the conference which is in TEN DAYS.

I bought what I’m pretty sure Elle Woods would call a “truly heinous” orange beaded top at Avenue that has to go back.  I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m just not a fancy person, and it’s  more important to be comfortable.  What I’d really like is a cute polo shirt but I can’t find any, at least not where I’ve been shopping.

Still hate my haircut. HATE. IT. Every time I catch sight of my reflection I stop and stare at myself and wonder why I let my stylist do this to me? I cannot do anything at all with this haircut! Well, not true. I could put little barrettes in it like I’m in the 7th grade again.  I could spend 25 minutes curling it into Farrah Fawcett sausage curls.

Otherwise, it looks like a dirty blonde helmet stuck to my head. HATE. DO NOT WANT. No, I’m not posting a photo. Trust me.

What else? I’m attacking my email inboxes with savage determination to once again “Get Caught Up”, even though every time Chris hears me say that he shoots me a sympathetic glance and says “honey, you will never be caught up”. He’s not being unsupportive, he’s being truthful after years of listening to me lament the state of my inboxes.

You’re awesome, sweetie. But just let me have this fantasy of opening Gmail and seeing…NOTHING.

So, yeah. Back to work.  I’ve got 13 reviews and 14 giveaways I need to post on this blog, not to mention the dozens more to do on MomReviews.

Slacker.