Ever have so much to do that you don’t know where to start? This has been me lately: I walk to the bathroom look at the mess, walk to the bedroom look at the laundry, walk to the kitchen look at the dishes, the counter, the floors and then repeat because–by damn– there’s so much crap everywhere my brain can’t even process it.
This has been one of those weeks for me. What with our upcoming camping trip to Yellowstone I’m so overwhelmed with things to pack, buy {such as bug bite soothing ointment, a cute water bottle [preferably purple], a girly swiss army knife, and magnesium [what? I've watched Survivor Man], not to mention all of the other things that have been waiting for SOMEONE {me} to put away, sweep, disinfect ah! there’s! just! so! much! And it keeps on piling up!! And of course OF COURSE! G-monkey decides that this be the perfect time to teeth, growth spurt, whatever phase that is causing him to never want to leave my side, to want to eat independently, to not eat independently, to pull, to yank, to pinch, to decide 3am is the perfect time to wake up and want to play and stay up and crawl all over me, and and and to whiiiiiiine 24-7 for his momma duck. I’m flattered, honey, really. But just. sit alone. for two seconds. PLEEEAAAASSE!!! I love my baby but he’s for sale. Prize goes to the highest bidder, even if it’s only for two hours so that I can nap, my husband would appreciate it. Thanx.
Aside from auctioning off my baby, I make lists. Lots of them. Because, well, they keep me from doing exactly what I’m doing right now… which is nothing. Oh, and cleaning. Hey! Making lists is a productive way to pass the time! Don’t lie.
Okay, so I’m avoiding it all.
But I made a list! And it’s, like, done! And I even got something crossed off the list, which was to make a list! See?
And because I’m me, and I have issues, I had to add puns and then make a copy for the husband {puns included} so that we were, you know, on the same page. But why not just email, you ask? I thought of this, you see emailing is way too efficient and I needed a decent excuse to not do the things on the list because, as you very well may know, writing out lists takes that much time.
I should have added blogging to the list.
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And now I’ll take a break because I am that tired. And it’s midnight. The boy will be up in three hours. God help him.
So what do you do to avoid the things you should be doing?
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