Sometimes I feel like I’m Superwoman, or I’m striving to be. Take this afternoon, for example. I left work just before 3 p.m., stopped at the grocery story and made it home around 3:15.
I baked another batch of cupcakes and started frosting the ones from last night. (Sorry, no photos. They weren’t very pretty.)
I thought I could walk the dogs before 6. I also thought I could bake a loaf of banana bread.
I washed the dishes (by hand, not in the dishwasher) and started on dinner (meatloaf.)
I cleaned the kitchen and got the house ready for my Stampin’ Up party I was hosting.
Oh and I went running.
I did not walk the dogs or bake the banana bread.
And here I sit at 11:20, chatting online (with Jason) and knowing I’m going to have to wake up at 5 to do it all over again. Only tomorrow I have to throw in an hour of mentoring.