First there is the house... will it ever be properly cleaned again?? Sure I manage to do the surface stuff, you know, the bathrooms, dishes, laundry, half of the vacuuming, but seriously that doesn't seem to be near enough given that 3 people, a hair-shedding dog, and a feather shedding cockatiel all inhabit one small little house.
Then there is work - well truthfully we never really get caught up at work, even though lately we have been very close.
|My pathetic weed infested garden - not my fault... to wet to weed!|
|Just getting started - this is 20 bears and a few other things - I need about 100 bears|
Well I really thought I did. It's been a few years since I did a sale, I missed the money!! But it's not really the sale that has me stressed - it's the picture I have in my mind of my sale table - full, and I mean full of wonderful things for sale - things that keep getting added to the list of unmade articles - things I know I will never have enough time to make no matter how many sleepless nights I spend working. I am my own worse enemy, after all!
Ah - then there is the other stuff... the things I really WANT to do, but feel I should not, because there is so much I HAVE to do. I want to knit a sweater (or two). Work on my dolls and their new outfits.
|Naked dolls everywhere!|
Whew I'm tired!
And my point?
There is none, except that we make life too darn hectic for ourselves...
And why is that, exactly?