It's been such a busy couple of weeks at our house. G.T. had spring break last week, and the college kids have theirs this week. It is fun to have a house full of activity, a sink full of dishes and back room full of plates, cups and wrappers. Just like old times. No wonder I'm tired! These people keep such late hours...STARTING movies when old Dad and Mom are heading off to bed.
I'm so disappointed that I haven't had any time to sit and blog or read other blogs! I have several things on my mind to share but I just can't bring myself to rip a post off without spending an inordinate amount of time pondering my words. Oh, it's hard being a perfectionist*. You understand, don't you?
I must run out the door and do a little something called "work**," but I am hoping to get back to my little laptop soon to try and catch up on my swirling random thoughts.
Blessings,
Rachel Anne
* "selective perfectionist"
** "work" in this instance meaning getting paid for a set of responsibilities. In no way does this imply that sets of responsibilities that do not receive monetary compensation are in any way, shape or form less important or less worthy of the term "work." Hey, we're women. We work, man!
