Wanted: New marbles

No point here, other than look at those bright orange carrots. Jeepers!

This week flew by. The individual days draaaaagged, but the week zipped right past me. It wasn't until late yesterday afternoon that I realized it was already Thursday. oops.

My list of things to do is huge. Okay, I guess the list of things I absolutely have to do is rather small: feed the Biggest Girl, keep her relatively clean and safe, and stay hydrated. The list of things I want to do--the list that nags at me and tells me I'm wasting time by even sitting here writing this--never stops growing and, no matter how fast I scramble, I cannot seem to make it to the top of this Mount Iwanna.

I want/kind of need to:

finish mudding the drywall in the garage

prime the garage

paint the garage

organize the garage

get the elliptical fixed

errands...lots and lots of errands to deal with

finish the cut-ins on the bedroom ceiling

do the cut-ins on the bedroom wall

paint the bedroom

holy moly...

get a piano

fix the Cabinet from Hell in the kitchen (who makes a kitchen cabinet with a 7-inch opening? I'll tell you who: The Devil)

make new curtains for the Biggest Girl's room

make a cozy dress for the Biggest Girl

learn to knit

cross stitch something

plan the backyard gardens for the spring

wash the car

clean the stupid bathtubs

have another baby

move the sage from the vase of water into a proper pot. with dirt.

make sticky buns

wear a cape

save the world

take a nap

watch a movie

leave a flaming bag of poo on the neighbor's porch

laugh/cry

get a cool hook for the Biggest Girl awesome new fuzzy bathrobe

figure out what color to paint this room

get new switch plates for the rooms that have been painted

find a stand for the Biggest Girl's bathroom

put the last two raised beds to sleep for the winter

quit wishing we lived somewhere else and just rearrange the furniture, instead

push-ups

read a book

You get the point, right? It's ridiculous. I lay down at night and these things roll around in my head and I wake up in the morning, exhausted and defeated before my feet even hit the ground. Well, I'm done feeling like crap about it all. Mr. Mallard will be done with school in six weeks or so and I will have my cohort back. For good this time, not just for a week or two between terms. We'll tackle the list together and I'll get a manicure. Right after we stain the deck and paint the french doors in the dining room.

And get a screen door.