Got a major case of the blahs going. I'm not really interested in doing anything more than sleeping and perhaps eating--preferably something laced with chocolate or butter. Unfortunately that utopia does not exist for me. Every day I force myself to exist in the waking world.

So that I don't have to deal with the guilt produced by excessive napping, I'm forcing myself to take on projects. Last week I decided to finish fixing up the kids bathroom. The mini-vacation Hurricane Ivan granted us, allowed me to finish pulling the crap off all the walls and then prep and paint them. The only thing left now is to hang the wallpaper border and re-attach everything I pulled off the walls--this includes the 200 pound mirror I cracked when I tried to take it down by myself. Yes, I am going to put the battered mirror back on the wall. Why? Because I'm too cheap to go by an $80 mirror to put in its place. Plus, this is the kids bathroom, they'll probably think the unsightly fracture is something special Mommy made just for them.

Ivan also provided me with a good excuse to skip karate for a week. I'm in a karate rut so just about anything provides me with a good excuse to skip class. I guess I have some karate bi-polar issues I need to resolve. I was so pumped up for a few weeks after the tournament, I was going to turn myself into a kick-ass ninja mom. Then, bam, crash and burn. I'm down on myself. I just don't perform the way I think I should as a red belt.

Anyway, I forced myself to go to class this Tuesday. I probably should have stayed home. I didn't have the best attitude. I felt like a disobedient elementary school kid...giving the instructor dirty looks, stepping out of line without permission, instigating dissention amongst my peers. I'm a naughty gup.

Lefty and I have to teach class Friday evening. I'm not at all looking forward to it. I'm hoping Ivan comes back and keeps students away.