Keep swimming. Keep swimming. Isn’t that what Dora says in the movie “Finding Nemo”? Well, I’m not swimming, but I am telling myself to ‘keep moving; keep moving.’ Honestly, if you knew how many times I’ve mentally covered my ears and yelled “La la la la la! I can’t hear you!” to the voices in my head, you’d call the authorities, fearing the safety of my kids.
Rest assured, the kids are safe. My oldest is keeping vigil over his grub. The mouth of the soon-to-be large, black beetle is starting to appear. (And you think I am crazy? My kid has a fondness for grubs!)
The youngest is still at daycare. I’ll pick him up soon. Promise.
As I was saying, at one point or another, I am doing my best to keep busy. I am still overwhelmed with nervous energy waiting for the thumbs up or thumbs down on the job. With each passing day, I feel myself resigning to the fact that I did not get the job. However, when I mention that thought to my friends, they optimistically remind me, “It is only Wednesday.” True. So, I’ll keep
While keeping busy, I’ve upgraded my blog theme. Am I the only one who spends money when stressed? Because, yeah, the blog theme upgrade was not a free upgrade. I bought a ‘premium’ theme. Oooooh! Aaaaaah! I also bought four Woot! shirts yesterday, and two pints of Ben and Jerry’s. Oh yes, folks, I am calm, cool and collected. No anxieties here. Nervous? Me? Please. I laugh in the face of nervousness …. Ha! Ha! Haaaa! *sigh*
Back to the new blog theme I purchased. Wow. I had a panic attack trying to get the thing set up properly. For the most part, I’m still a WordPress (WP) novice. Although today, while keeping busy, I have learned new WP skills. I now know how to insert a ‘read more’ tag. (Big stuff for this little person, folks!) And, I finally know my way around uploading a feature image.
I swear, while I navigated around my new theme, I felt like my parents, as they navigated around the VCR or microwave. No doubt, my 6yr old would have figured out the formatting and functionality of WP in seconds. I would have asked him for assistance, but I didn’t want to disturb his grub vigil. *shuddder*
By the way, don’t you dare call the grub ugly – at least don’t tell my 6yr old you think it is ugly. He believes the grub is cute. Why? Well, as he told me, “It’s cute, because it is a baby, and it will grow up to be a big beetle.” Okay Joe. Okay. In the meantime, I think I need to find something else to buy or eat. Gotta keep busy!
And no, smarty pants. I did not eat BOTH pints of ice cream last night. Duh! I had to save one for tonight. Hellooo?!