Regrets from last Sunday

Well, I regret that I didn't get the chance to post a picture of myself at church. I looked very serious and womanly, like I've aged about fifteen years in a matter of mere months. Fortunately for carcinogenic cortisol, my blood pressure seems to be normalizing as my daily regimen relaxes into priorities designed by me.

For example, I kicked my Christmas tree's ass last night, and my Target-bought boxes are all ready to entice next year's holiday into being good. And, homeschooling is coming back into the forefront...yes, I intend to KEEP homeschooling knowledge into my children while I re-determine my worth as a mother (schools kind of consume a parent's passion).

Also, I regret that last night's lasagna didn't turn out less perfectly, if only for the fact that it was SO easy to make, took only a half-hour, and I forgot the salad. Edging closer and closer to productive family time is not going to make me a friend of my less-average peers.

I was too cheerful too. I regret that.