It seems as though the last month has passed at a freakish pace.
I began a new, full-time job near the end of March. I was confident I was ready to take it on, just slipping it in to the unfilled space in my daytime hours. How different would life be? It's not like I had all sorts of things I was doing while the kids were at school.
Boy, was I mistaken!
As I write, I see FIVE baskets of clean laundry wrinkling before my very eyes. I know I should be folding them and getting them put away, but I can't seem to lift myself off of my rear to begin.
I look at my reader, and it seems as though I will never get through all of the posts I'd like to read. Let's not even talk about the pile of sort of started books on my bed-side table.
My DVR is bursting at the seams with shows I'd like to one day watch. My flower beds are filled with the remnants of fall. I know my blooming tulips are chastising me from their messy beds.
Yes, there is a but...
I have been to Illinois to visit Fave Cousin and her brood. I went back the following week to lay my beloved Grandma to rest. My children have had sleepovers the last two weekends, and I played cosmic bingo with my girl Dar and her daughter last weekend.
I am maintaining an A average in school. My new boss signed me up this week for insurance pre-licensing classes. Within the next year, my role will transition to recruiting and training! I'm excited.
Although Minnesota has been unnaturally cold this spring, I keep telling myself that summer is right around the corner. That means Glamour Girl's wedding and the Big Fat Family Roadtrip!
Although I feel like I am constantly falling behind, I am still taking time for the important things. Friends, family, and myself. There will always be laundry to fold. There will always be books to read.
Just like the Beatles said, "Ob-la-di Ob-la-da Life goes on!"