Monday, August 9, 2010

Momma said there'd be days like this

Deep breathing. Deep breathing. Inhale and exhale slowly. This isn't working. There
are days that I just get anxious. Weddings sound like they consume your life. They
don't. They are an addition. Work is still mandatory. So is cleaning the house,
cooking, walking the dog. Let's take the little chore of going to the grocery store.
Make a list. Remember the bags. Shop....circling store for items like artichoke hearts and doubling back for milk. Load cart. Proceed to checkout. Unload cart. Pay. Take cart to car. Unload cart. Take cart back to store. Drive home. Unload car.
Put up groceries. See what I mean???? Friends parents get sick. They are your priority now. Birthdays need celebrating. Hair needs to be cut and colored and this can take forever. I need a pedicure. The car needs gas. The dog needs heartworm pills. Oh, you need a list for the rehearsal dinner. By tomorrow. Some days are fun, some not so much. There is not enough time.

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