Surely today will be productive. Surely I'll be able to start on that list of projects. (Like writing a profound and prolific first blog entry.) Surely I'll be able to . . . .
Saturday.
What am I thinking? The longer the list in my head gets the more unhappy and driven I become, and miss these moments of joy.
So instead, here is my list of things that might get done today . . . or might not . . .
- laundry (always. This is a permanent item that often gets ignored simply because I don't like it, sort of like going to the dentist.)
- turn the garden (my dear husband bought the good nutrient type garden-y soil stuff that is supposed to make the soil better for growing--but he's working and then is going on a bike trip)
- visit with a friend I promised I'd meet soon but haven't worked up the nerve to call yet
- start making skirts for my nieces for their birthday (it's not till July 6th. I have to get a head start. But, if I'm honest, the stuff will probably be sitting on my counter until July 3rd.)
- pick up, tidy, vacuum (I work full time, as does my husband. This only happens on Saturdays. Sometimes not even then. So. If you come visit, you have to keep your eyes half closed if you are a clean-freak OCD germaphobe. Acutally, maybe you shouldn't come visit. Lets just meet somewhere.)
So first, I'm going to finish my coffee. And then play with my kids. After all, I want my face to look like this:
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord! (especially if you are still in your pajamas.)
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