Remember the song “Infatuation” from (I think) the eighties? If you sing the title of this blog to the tune of that song, you’ll pretty much be singing the theme of my life.
Yesterday I stopped by a friend’s house. She asked what I had going for the day, and I proceeded to rattle off a laundry list of everything I had to get done THAT DAY in order to stay on task for a conference I have coming up, oh, five days from now. I’ve got lots of stuff to write by then, lots of stuff to print, a few things to design, blah, blah, blah. Gotta get moving. Gotta get it done. I’m in panic mode. A full-on freak-out.
So I did what most normal people do in this situation. I hopped in my car, designed the most fabulous business cards ever, hit the hometown printing stores, left with stacks of paper, and got it all done in record time. Right?
Of course not.
Instead, I went to Hobby Lobby.
Went home.
And made a cake.
A cake?? Y’all, I don’t bake. Like, ever. My little sister bakes. And then I call her and ask how much of her fabulous creation I can steal, grab a paper plate, and head to her house—therefore eliminating the risk that I will destroy my kitchen and ultimately poison my kids. This little arrangement has worked for me for years now.
In fact, I’m pretty sure my older sister bakes, too, but she lives in another state and I’ve never actually checked the cost of overnight delivery of baked goods from her house to mine. But as soon as I get off this sofa, I’m totally on it.
Anyway, today I’m back to where I started—I have a million things to do, and now only have four days to get them done. It’s shameful. It’s embarrassing. It’s totally irresponsible and an absolute waste of time. I’m so humiliated that I can barely hold my head up.
But today is a new day. A chance to start over.
Yep.
So.
Hmmm….
I haven’t made cookies in awhile.
Happy Thursday!
Amy
I feel your pain! Good luck getting it all done. 🙂
Thanks, Gabrielle! I’ll get it done. I might not sleep much from now until then, but… Can’t wait to see you!