I am still working frantically to catch up on household chores, writing assignments, and errands after almost a week off doing sheep-y and cow-y things at the fair. I was wondering, "Why is it so incredibly difficult to get caught up?!"
Then it hit me: while I am whittling down last week's ToDo list, this week's ToDo list is still waiting in queue, getting backed up.
That's one of the special things about being a mom: when you miss work for a day or two or three, the boss doesn't call in someone else to cover your shift. And if you're a homeschool mom, there's no substitute teacher, either. Nope. All the work you missed just piles up, deeper and deeper, until you clock back in and start digging double-time.
(I am almost caught up...maybe...almost...)
So today, I had a difficult choice to make:
Press on at the catching-up game - OR - Hold the baby, eat lunch with The Chicken, get back into the pool, and play at the blog.
Option A: one more l-o-n-g day at the computer, and I can start next Monday right where I'm supposed to be - OR -
Option B (Man, the pool looks so inviting!): start off next week STILL a few days behind.
What did I choose?
Well, after loving on Lizzy and downing a chicken salad wrap with the cool college kids in the engineering study room at EPS, I hit the pool for 30 minutes. The water was amazing - a bit chilly at first, but perfect once I hit my third lap.
And now, a cup of coffee, a Reese's cup, and playtime at the blog.
Come Monday morning, I may still be a little behind, but...
I didn't really have much of a choice, now, did I? :)
found an old poem from baby felix
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