My mom talks about when we were little kids that her feet would hit the floor running.  That's how I feel at the moment.  My feet hit the floor running the minute I wake up and they are running until the second I fall asleep.

Despite my constant moving in whatever direction, I feel as if I can not keep up.  And this morning I came to this conclusion.  I, Jill Dixon, can either do one or two things really really well, or...I can do everything I am supposed to do, but they all will be done half a__.  This is frustrating me to no end.

Here are a few of the things I am doing only half a__ at the moment:

Cleaning

Laundry

Carter's summer homework

Gardening

Cooking (Except for the dinner I took into a ward member last night.  That was down right delicious.)

Summer activities. ( I did not take Andrew to swimming the last few days because I didn't want to drive across town twice in one hour.  Pathetic I know.)

Journal writing (aka blogging)

Friends  (I don't talk to or see a soul these days.  It's not on purpose, I just don't have time.)

Grocery Shopping.  (How many days can we live of cheesy chips and peanut butter sandwiches?)

Exercise.  (The one thing I SHOULD be doing for myself goes by the wayside to fit in everything else.)

I'm positive most moms feel this way.

I'm sure ONE day I will become amazing, grow super hero wings, and be able to accomplish everything I want to do in one day.

Until then, I'm going to go dish up myself some more ice cream.  

Eating is the one thing I never ever do half a__.