I have a barometer for the state of my life at any given moment.
I am a dot the "I" and cross the "T" kind of girl who can't sit down and create, who can't read a book, who can't relax and just "be" until laundry is done, dishes are clean, check book is balanced (to the nearest $100), dog hair is vaccumed, and e-mail read.
Throw in a date with the weight room at 4:30 a.m. and kid activities in the evenings and something has got to give. And give it does.
Don't let the fact that all the pillows are on the couch and the scent of coconut lemongrass Scentsy floating through the kitchen fool you. Things are not always as together as they seem.
You can judge the state of my being at any moment by the state of my Calphalon. Last night, it looked like this:
Yup, that about sums it up.