It feels like every single day I wake up with HUGE plans to tackle all the things that need to get done in my day - I'll master work stuff, home stuff, wedding stuff, fun stuff, and craft stuff. Basically, if it needs getting done, I'm on it.
And then I get busy at work, or sidelined, or distracted, and before I know it my day's gone, I drive the long trek home, and by the time I get there, get dinner, walk Sammy, and see Keith, I'm pretty much ready for bed. Not a lot of time left for conquering the world, or all my tasks, I'm afraid. Will I be feverishly doing everything on October 24th? 25th? The morning of our wedding, October 26th? For every step forward I take, I feel like I'm making two steps back. Ugh.
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