Crazy, right? Compulsive? Neurotic? Yes. All. It didn't last long, which is good, as it indicates that I knew that that kind of compulsive behavior wasn't healthy.
I did stay pretty productive all summer. And all year for that matter. And this summer was jam packed with fun and productivity, in preparation for what I anticipated having an infant would be like.
Turns out, I was totally right. It's . . . time consuming. Is that the right word? Engrossing? Alllllllllllllllll encompassing.
My productivity standards have changed. For example, today I went to the post office, then walked up to see Shiloh. Edie was going bananas before we left, so I didn't have a chance to eat lunch, so I settled for eating 3/4 of a stack of pringles and a fig newton that I snagged from the 7-11 on the way up to Shiloh's (it was raining, and I was carrying an umbrella, which explains the absence of the fountain drink).
The moral of this story is that I'm beat. I don't think I'll be fitting anything in tomorrow, the amount I accomplished will tide me over for a couple of days.
*this photo was taken yesterday, but it works for today, as she's wearing the exact same thing. that's fine, right? I'm not being cheeky, I'm actually asking.