I’ve got a kazillion and one things to do. None of them require much work, nor are they terribly important. But seeing my To Do list makes me want to go back to bed. What’s sad is that I’m not sure how the list got so long in the first place. We haven’t really done anything lately, so I can’t claim a hectic schedule. There aren’t any upcoming trips or occasions for which I’ve been preparing. There’s no excuse for this list being so long, other than my own unwillingness to get started. Man, I hate that.
I also hate that I’ve started viewing my blog as another task on my To Do list. That was never, ever the point of this thing. The point was for me to have a place to share funny kid stories, occasional funny Bill stories, a few pictures, etc. etc. etc. In other words, it was supposed to be goofy and fun. (And maybe ranty and bitchy sometimes.) For whatever reason, that changed in my peabrain, and this is yet another chore I’m not getting done everyday like I should.
I know, I know — I’m an adult. I get to pick what I should do, but I’m still trying to figure out what’s a “should” really and what’s a “should” only in my tiny little brain. So, if y’all could bear with me while I get caught up at life, that would be awesome.
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