Behind in life

I take 2 steps forward and 5 back...

I am so behind in so many areas of life, ugh. I'm behind with rent and bills. I'm behind in pursuing my dream career (starting dance at 27 with no previous technical dance training is not easy, yo). I'm behind in building my Avon business... so many great ideas to get that rockin', so little time to execute them... I'm waaaaay behind in studying for my ACE Group Fitness certification exam. I feel behind in the love/relationship department. I most definitely do not get enough sleep. And I'm obviously hella behind in making an appearance here on zee blog. [*sigh*]

Oh life.

Mama's tired.

But of course I keep pressing on, because that's what I do. There is a light at the end of this tunnel, somewhere up ahead. I focus on small things that bring me joy, to keep trucking along...

Like daylight savings time! All the whiners are really grating my nerves... "I'm tired, I lost an hour of sleep, it's dark when I get up in the mornings"... dude, it's LIGHT OUT past 6pm, which is glorious... spring is fast approaching, which means the sheer happiness that is summer is not too far behind... the weather is warming up... you don't have to don your winter coat atop 5 layers to attempt to stay warm... no scraping ice off the windows of your car in the mornings... the birds are chirping and it smells like spring - ya know, that earthy, grassy smell?? mmmm.... please stop complaining. You have zero sympathy from me.

My chubby, happy, adorable, precious nephew. The last time I posted pics of him, it was the day of his birth. Here are a couple recent snapshots...

Lucky kid, he gets to do this a lot

Um, yeah. My nephew is the cutest baby on the planet. My apologies to the other babies of the world. And please note the AC/DC onesie. Kid's stylin'.

And speaking of behind on sleep, it is past midnight and I do have to wake up at 6:30, so I should probably think about getting ready for bed... Auntie Jessi is going to make like Forrester and pass out... Nighty nite loves!

xoxo
J

Goodnight moon...

Do you remember this bedtime story from childhood?


It was one of my favorites... but then again, I loved (and still love) so many books.

I was going to try to crank out a legit post tonight, but I am so so tired and instead, I must crash into bed. So...

Goodnight room
goodnight moon
.....
goodnight stars, goodnight air
goodnight noises everywhere.

We heart it

Sweet dreams!

xoxo
J

It's the day of the show, y'all!

Finally home after another stressful day at work. The oops that I mentioned in yesterday's post is over and done, but the bigger thing it was related to got dragged out into today. It all came down to office drama and politics, and being the lowest on the food chain, I got dragged into it. Um, hello, I'm just the student hourly employee, I don't make the decisions, so don't ask me because I don't know. It started right as I got in this morning - great start to my day, thanks.

But now I'm home. And I'll de-stress with a little one-woman dance party. The best prescription for me to blow off steam is to get the blood flowing, so I'll crank the tunes and get down with my bad self, solo-style... sorry neighbors...

And THEN!!!

Drum roll, please...

It will be time for the season premiere of my FAVE show, So You Think You Can Dance... I'm hella excited! I've waited for... well, since last summer! I hope this season is as good as the last. I don't consider myself a big TV watcher. The shows that most people follow I know by name and general premise (American Idol, Biggest Loser, Lost, The Bachelor, etc.), but that's about it... SYTYCD is the show I totally get into, waaaaaaaay more than Grey's Anatomy. If I miss a Grey's episode, eh, I'll watch it online over the weekend. No way with SYTYCD... if I have to miss I will tape it old-school, VCR style (you know it!) and stay up late to watch it. Tired at work the next day? Tired, schmired. I can't miss!

SYTYCD = yet another reason why I luuuuuuv summer!

What pants are you wearing??

My crabby pants.



[Warning: this post is a whiny rant. No apologies.]

I just spent 12-plus hours at the studio. Good times. It would have been 13-plus were it not for the quick errand I had to run after ballet to buy something for my haz-mat costume for tech rehearsal tonight, since I forgot to do it yesterday. Oh yeah, tech rehearsal. Je deteste tech rehearsal. I hate it, I hate it! Lots of dance-for-30-seconds-now-stand-for-20-minutes. And repeat. Fifty times. SO much fun. Okay, I exaggerate. Sort of.

My poor body needs some TLC. I haven't had a day off from dancing for over a week now... and I won't until next Tuesday. I'm t-i-r-e-d. I'm that level of tired where you're too tired to even sleep well. You know this tired, right?!? I don't think my body or mind ever relax enough to get into that deep, restful, repairing stage of sleep. I dream all night and I wake up, on schedule, at some point between 3 and 5 a.m. for no good reason. I lay there wide awake. No idea why, but its been a normal part of my night for over a week now. Good times.

I know... whine, whine, whine.

I know long hours are a normal part of a performer's life, so I need to just suck it up and deal. But I also need to vent and whine every so often, as I'm only human and I do have a threshold. Today left my threshold in the dust.

I'll take that to go please!

Yowza, it's been a long day.

I'm finally home, showered, and in my woobie - it is now 10:15 p.m.

Oh and I'm finally eating dinner... if you consider toast and half an avocado dinner. Some days just go like this. "Meals" are the most portable foods I can grab while sprinting out the door. Breakfast this morning was leftovers from last night's fish-n-chips dinner, which I scarfed while driving to class. Breakfast of champions, baby! As for "dinner" tonight, I got home so late that I didn't want to eat too much so close to bedtime, but I needed to eat something or the beast will rear it's head raging in the middle of the night - feeeeeeeeed me, Jessi!!!

I'm a bit foggy as to when I last prepared myself a real meal... another reason (of several) I'm counting down the days until break.

And since I'm squinting while writing this, I think it's time to brush the teeth and collapse into bed.

Nighty nite!

At last

Friday.

The week has been long and hard. I feel beat up and very tired. Now all I have to do is make it through this afternoon, and then I can do what I've really wanted to do all week: sleep for days and days...