Monday, March 9, 2009

Whirlwind

Life has been moving so quickly, I've barely been able to take a breath since swim season ended. For those of you who read my last post, we did have a few adventures, but not as many as expected. Armed with my new GPS-capable cell phone, we only endured only six U-turns and a lot of laughter.

After naviagating through the state swim meet, I thought I would have time to catch my breath, but that wasn't to be. My youngest turned five that following weekend so I had a lot of preparations for that. (The main obstacle was figuring out how to get his new bicycle home now that I don't have a van, but luckily it fit in the backseat.) Then I found out a friend had a shorter deadline than anticipated for finishing off her basement.

My husband and a friend have been doing the work for her, but then we realized that her carpeting is coming any day now, ready or not. So we spend the past week building walls, and then mudding, taping and sanding. I wish I could say it was done, but at least the walls are up!

Now with tax deadlines looming (did I mention that I'm the poor soul in my family that does everyone's taxes?), a dozen books to read before voting for the Whitney awards, and a almost finished novel, I almost don't know where to start. I suppose I should get to planting my garden soon too. Maybe it's time to make a list. I'll keep my fingers crossed that I can start checking things off!

2 comments:

Jordan (MamaBlogga) said...

Pretty much the only part I got to hear of my husband's talk yesterday (while my 3-year-old tantrumed) was when he mentioned a great lesson by antoher brother in our ward: before going to bed, make a list of the top 6 things you want to get done the next day, in order of importance. Then work on #1 until #1 is done, then moved on to #2.

But yeah, I'm probably 3-4 chapters from finishing my WIP and I hear the garden calling, and the baby's teething, and my toddler's screaming again--so I hear ya!

Good luck!

Traci Hunter Abramson said...

It's good to hear that I'm not alone. Maybe misery (or craziness) really does love company!