Catch-up & Ketchup

new year, new tagline; new chaos, more cupcakes!

It’s January 6th. Six days in, and I’m already playing catch-up. With work, with household responsibilities, with mothering responsibilities, blogging responsibilities. Really, how could this happen? It’s January 6th for Pete’s sake! (And, by the way, who the heck is Pete?!)

I’m organized. I have lists. I schedule things by the minute on these many lists. They have checks by them. See? Yet the faster the lists grow, the faster I start to check things off, and then the more things I add to them because I am so excited I am checking the previous items off.

My problem? I love 2010 too much. Yep. That’s it. I am SO darn freaking excited about this year that I am on this mad cap adrenaline rush saying “Yes!” to everything and everyone, adding them to the list, and then realizing my legs are maybe not as fast as my brain. Especially these days. I mean, really: I am no longer a sprightly young sprinter in a weird tight track suit; I’m a 30-something mom in trying-to-still-be-cool jeans that mysteriously keep shrinking in the dryer (I really should get that fixed).

But I love it. I am happy as a clam (who decided clams were so happy?), running along, chasing The Lists. For some reason, I think that no matter where I am in life, I will always feel like I am playing catch-up, when really, I am right where I should be. Here. Now. Wherever this is, whatever I’m doing, whether I’ve got 80 more things on The List to accomplish or just 10. It’s where I belong. The Lists will always be there. They will always grow, because I’m a mom, a business owner, and it’s what we do. We make lists, check them, add to them, and then complain about never having a list with all check marks.

Because let’s be honest: a List without anything to check off? B-o-r-i-n-g.

In a few moments of list panic, I redesigned this entire blog. Yeah, I know, I just resigned the entire blog last month, but it’s the new year, my son and I had baked these chocolate chiffon cupcakes with vanilla buttercream frosting for my husband, and I realized that no, I most certainly do not feel all hot pink and neon orange this year. I feel like sparkly sugar, red hot red and calming blue all at the same time. So here you go. It’s sort of the color of ketchup, to go along with my newfound peace with forever living a life of catch-up.

New tagline, too: a life of chaos and cupcakes. I feel like that sums it up pretty well: a crazy busy go, go, go life always – ALWAYS – made better by smiley happy things like cupcakes.

Now back to those lists…