Wanted: A Personal Assistant.

Wouldn't that be nice?

I seriously think that I would function so much more effectively if I had someone to make appointments for me, remind me what my daily schedule is, and help keep me on track...you know and to bring me lunch and coffee and such.

My husband laughed really hard when I told him this, sighing and dreaming away. He thinks it is hilariously unnecessary.

Probably because he already has one. Three guesses as to who that is.

I kid, I kid.  But, he has indeed (laughingly) called me his "cruise director" since we were oh, about 17. 

I am really, really good at making appointments and things for others. But, when it comes to myself, I just get all... squishy... about it. I always have. I am super, super awkward on the phone whenever I am making appointments for myself. Other people? Nbd.

Now, we could get all into a HUGE discussion here about how that means subconsciously that I don't value myself as much as the other people in my life and maybe even launch into a whole moral development discussion about a woman named Carol Gilligan (google her if interested) and how maybe I see goodness at this stage in my life as being all about self sacrifice...blahbity blah.

The thing is though, I really do value myself. I promise. I like looking nice, and feeling healthy and well taken care of. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am a better wife and momma when I am feeling great.

Great for me means that I have had some sleep, some yummy food, a little affection from my main squeeze, and some sort of physical activity, be that a walk around the mall or a really rocking work out. Something other than watching an entire season of Downton Abbey on my television while stuffing cloth diapers and folding laundry.

Also that I like what I see when I look in a mirror. I am vain like that, but seriously, if you don't feel better when you look in the mirror and see a well groomed person without bags under their eyes v. looking like something the cat just dragged in...well, then I might be suspicious that you are a liar.

All in all, feeling good for me means feeling in balance between caring for myself, and all the other people and things that I care about.

Truth of the matter is though, I haven't made a hair appointment for myself in an embarrassingly long time. Same thing with the dentist. And doctor. And I know that I need to get on these things. Believe me. They have been transferred from one to do list to another for months.

But, they always seem to slip, in favor of something more fun and exciting. Or, you know, Pinterest.

This, from the girl who used to slip into a salon every four weeks on the dot to have her eyebrows waxed and maybe a manicure. I won't even tell you the last time I had my eyebrows waxed. ::shudder::

Now, why am I telling you all this? Welp, because telling you all seems to help me decree that I am turning over a new leaf. I am that rare breed (sarcasm much?) that needs pressure from outside sources to make things happen. I know you surely don't know anyone else in the world like that.

Even if no one says anything to me about this (and please don't come up to me and be like "Oh girl, you so obviously STILL haven't been to the hair salon/dentist/doctor...") the mere knowledge that I put this out in the ether will be a little more pressure for me to get my act in gear.

So...thanks for that.


Evelyn Rae is almost eleven months old


...and I am going to get right on making some appointments.


For myself.


After I order some birthday invitations.