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Let's Do This!

Hello my name is Dawn and I'm an unorganized, unmotivated hot mess...

[Sigh] I admit it okay?!!...But I want to change. The first step is just admitting it, right??!

My hubs is making a lot of great changes for himself and our family but I'm kinda struggling with mine. I can't get anything to stick. So I'm going to start my blog up again so maybe I can have some accountability for what I'm trying to do. Plus, maybe if I make it a fun, bloggy project where I pretend people read this and its helping them too...maybe...JUST M*A*Y*B*E, I'll actually do this thing for realz.

Step 1: admitting the problem. I admit it. FREELY. But here's exactly what I'm admitting to:
1. Organization/Housework -- Biggest issue with this is I'm a TIME WASTER. It takes me far too long to do anything because I piddle. This is the most important one because this is the one that drives the hubs crazy. Since he is trying to change so much, I think it would be a good idea to fix this fault-o-mine. Besides, after I fix this, I will be practically perfect in every way -- Mary Poppins look out!
2. Budgeting $$$ -- So, the "Baby #2" topic has been brought to the family table for serious discussion because Braz is getting to that age where the next one is due. He needs a brother or sister and my uterus is getting a little twingy at the sight of babies ya'll. So if we are going to do Baby #2, we are going to have to budget BIG TIME. And stick to it. So, I need to get my Accounting skills to work and set up a budget that will work and be all over it like white on rice. We barely make it as it is and we are both terrible with money. Yes, I'm finally admitting it. Its time to do something about it. No more Mrs. Nice Pants. No matter how much we "want" something or want to go eat out...the answer is NO. Not unless its budgeted. Mommy says No. {PS I feel like I've said that a thousand times this past weekend. But I digress...}
3. Personal Appearance/Health -- Ok, this one has gotten out of hand. I've gained 13 lbs back from the 25 I had lost. Not. Acceptable. And I have gotten to the point that I have been letting my appearance slip again. (Letting hair color go waaaayyyy too long, hair in messy bun EVERY DAY, no makeup on the weekends [seriously this is a big no-no, I've officially reached the age that no makeup is totally unacceptable], and my clothing choices scream lay-zay-ness.) Not cute. I miss looking cute. This one will be tricky with Item #2 and all, but I will just have to get creative. Repurposing-goodwill-clothing-ala-pinterest-finds kinda creative...Its drastic times peeps.

I know I won't be able to change myself in a day, week or probably even a month. I am going to start slow, get organized about what I want to accomplish, set up goals and rewards...realistic ones.

Here we go...Step One CHECK!

Comments

Bobbi Sharp said…
I agree! You can do this. :)
Darci said…
Instagram that shit! Seriously, you will build a following in no time and I'll pimp you out on my blog and instagram as well. have you been reading my new blog?
www.darcifooddiary.blogspot.com
Heather said…
Yes! I love Instagram!

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