Let Me Blow Ya Mind

Wake up: 5:24
Slept for: A little over 6 hours
First thought is: I'm glad I got up so early. Now I don't have to hustle to get everything done. Hustling sucks.
Baby is: Acclimating to a more consistent schedule on the eating and sleeping fronts. Hallelujah!
This is: I repeat: Hallelujah!
Daughter is: Vacillating between loving camping and not wanting to go.
This is: Kicking up my co-dependence issues. I so want her to want go (enter Cheap Trick into my mind) and I want her to have good feelings about it and feel empowered and all that crap. Ugh! I feel yucky and nervous and uneasy and stressed out on the inside just thinking about it—I mean what if she's not into it? Is this co-dependence, being a mother or just being a wacko?
Man is: Cute.
This is: Good.
Emails to check: 37
Goal for the day: Do it up, baby!
Kabbalah says: "Today, feel certain in the fact that when you call out for help, you cries are being heard — and appreciated."
First bananas thought: As thought after seeing Jon Bon Jovi on one of the TVs at the gym: Jon Bon Jovi should invest in our company. We could film it and do a whole reality thing called "Making the Business." It would be huge with 30 and 40-somethings. Call us, Jon.
Arrive at gym: 6:35
Workout is: Just medium. I am tired and a bit unfocused. Lori Sawyer, trainer extraordinaire, informed me that you've got to get your heart rate up to the fat burning zone for, basically, the whole time you're working out. My heart rate was at the lower end of the zone for only 20 of the 30 minutes. I was able to burn 303 calories, but real fat loss—and health improvement—comes from getting that rate up.
Today's song is: Let Me Blow Ya Mind
Best lyric is: Yo! Drop your glasses, shake your asses
Face screwed up like you having hot flashes
Best spam subject line: Hot chicks in skimpy beachwear
I want: For nothing
I love: My girlfriends
I wish: There was a baby sitter fairy.
I am totally, majorly obsessing over: Whether or not I should put a period on the end of these fragment—or are they actually sentences?
Being a mom means: Being brave. Scarlett is living for camp now. She went from a baby to a girl since Monday. This afternoon, she was all a twitter with talk of best friends and nonsensical inside jokes and frenetic galloping about the house.
Being a wife means: I'm not quite sure.
Being a business owner means: Keeping it simple
Out of the mouths of babes: Mommy, when I grow up, I want to drink wine just like you.
Today I ate: Good—though not entirely sugar-free.
Today I drank: Agua
Work was: Great. Great interview on Mom's the Word. The hosts were the most—so informed, gracious, quick-witted and fun. They've invited me a la THE FAMILY GROOVE to go back on quarterly to discuss what's hot for moms.
Today I learned: Some very interesting things courtesy of author and renowned financial advisor Spencer Sherman, who will contributing for THE FAMILY GROOVE monthly starting in December. One of the things he told me was that when people go from individuals to couples, their expenses go up, despite their thinking that they're going to save money by sharing bills (electric, cable, rent/mortgage, etc.). Why? Because, invariably, each person has a penchant for something that they think is worth spending money on (like dinners out or a 5-star hotel—something that matters to them). So when the two, as a couple, are living their lives, they wind up choosing the higher end option for both people. Whereas before, you might have opted to spend money on a 5-star hotel but eat cheaply, now you're doing both because your husband is into fine dining. People just don't usually go for the lesser options. Am I making sense? He made a lot of sense.
I am: Daunted by the laundry that still needs folding.
Tomorrow I will: Create my world.