don't get me wrong, there are a million things to do. the laundry calls, and even though i cleaned the house from top to bottom earlier in the week, clean doesn't last around here.
last night i took a little break and went to the bookstore by myself. i saw this book which i immediately wanted for the title alone. i should have purchased it, but instead i bought another sewing book with 101 projects. because, you know, i'm weird like that.
i justified it by telling myself that 2 out of 3 teacher gifts are done, and that last one needs to be completed asap. which then reminds me of the impending summer break which i am thrilled about for what it will mean for our mornings. but also a little scared about what it will mean each day around five o'clock when i am calling glen and wondering how soon he can be home. for the record, the time he gets home never really changes, but somehow i feel the need to call him around this time just to confirm.
i think i should make another pot of coffee and get moving. what helps you find direction on these kinds of days?