It is only Monday, and I am ready for the weekend. Remember that weekend to-do list I made? I am pretty sure I got a solid 20% accomplished. Sweet.
Adding that to-do list with my normal to-do list, I felt rather o v e r whelmed. Stressed. Grumpy. Exhausted.
So I ditched out on my nightly plans and conquered the lingering "to-do"s that have been crying my name since last April.
I cleaned my room.
I painted my toes.
I ran errands.
I bought a crepe maker.
I chose a bad line in Wal-Mart and waited for 20 minutes (more than the time I spent shopping) behind roudy teenage boys. I won't even begin to paint the picture for you. Just know, at times, it was very, very obnoxious. (I think I am getting old and crabby. I did just turn 25 donchya know.)
I was grumpy all evening until my boy stopped by.
He made me laugh, and I was happy again.
Now it is Tuesday, and I am still working on this blog post. (See, how awful I am at completing tasks?)
I shall end it simply: