an average score of 2.5

You know the Olympics where all the judges give their scores and the average score always seems to be a 9.-something-, right?

And, you remember my post a while back about "Balance", right. (If you don't it was an ode to the delicate balance of family life and obligations and being able to balance it all...)

Well, if I were a gymnast and I were to attempt a balance beam, my score would be a 2.5.
The kind of score that says she showed up, looked at the beam, managed an oh-so-not-graceful mount of the beam, then promptly fell, chipped a tooth, and bruised every square inch of her being. (How'd you like that run on and on and on sentence?)

Ya, it has been that bad.

Yesterday I was handed a wake up call. The kind of moment that has you calling yourself an assortment of names for the foreseeable future. (Right Heather, I used some lovely names to describe just how I was feeling about Lil' ol' Me....)

Today I am back on the beam. I know I am no gymnast, but I am aiming for a 9.2....