Evolution of an Over-Achiever

If you'd have asked me a year ago if I would ever describe myself as an over-achiever, I'd have laughed at you. I hate housework, I'm lazy as all get-out, and my idea of a perfect day would be for everyone to leave me alone for the weekend with my laptop, a pizza, and a 2 liter of Pepsi. No kids, no noise, just silent, calorie-filled bliss. Mmmmmmmmm..

Somewhere in the past year, things started changing. I can’t quite put my finger on how, although I think it started when I signed up to be the room mom for my daughter’s third grade class. I wanted to get involved, and how hard could it be to throw together a Christmas party for 8 year olds? Around this time, I started blogging regularly, and really, REALLY enjoyed it. I was active in our playgroup. I started going to the gym. Little by little I found myself with more and more on my plate…and liking it. There is something very fulfilling about taking on a task and actually finishing it. I find these good feelings carrying over, and while I am still far from where I’d like to be, I’m actually more motivated to at least attempt to keep a calendar, keep my house clean, and all those other things Organized People do. I don’t think I will ever truly be an Organized Person, but like my relationship with the Gapmoms, I can at least pretend to be part of the crowd when need be.

These days I really do have a lot on my plate. Aside from my own blog, I am branching out and writing for other sites. I have a review blog in the works, an online store for women bloggers, and god only knows how, I ended up with a spot on the PTA board at my daughter’s school next year. This on top of a part-time job and 3 kids, I truly think I have lost my friggin mind. This is not the laziness I am used to, it is sheer insanity.

They serve pizza in the looney bin...right?

Mood: Contemplative