No time to blog.

I've been needing to do a new post for a while, and I have been sitting here trying to think of something to write, but my mind is so full of to-do lists that I can't begin to start. I could tell you about Lagoon this weekend & the couple that was so perfectly 'in love' they willingly picked each other's zits and then examined the precious puss as they stood in front of us in line (True Story). Or perhaps I could talk about The Melting Pot with my cute sister in laws and The Best Dessert I have Ever Experienced In. My. Life.

Or maybe I could mention the Jamba Juice laced with what should be illegal amounts of caffeine (I didn't know, I swear) that I drank for breakfast today and how I literally paced back & forth at work in front of the chips & salsa I was guarding, mumbling too quickly for anyone to understand & repeatedly asking Monica if it would be okay for me to cartwheel down the hall. I didn't, just in case my boss is wondering (Hi Steph!).

Lately, my life has felt like a non-stop party. Except it's a party that I am planning, and hosting. And it's at my house, so it needs to be clean. Oh, and also, I am baking 5 million bite sized blueberries pies for the guests. And I have to roll the tiny dough by hand with a teeny tiny rolling pin and then do that criss-cross weaving pattern my Grandma once taught me. And I've never made a blueberry pie in my life (true story), so inevitably I keep screwing them up. Does that make sense?

I didn't think so.

Every night as G & I try to squeeze in 20 minutes of quality time together we say the same thing, "How come there are 5 million things to do every day and only 5 minutes to get everything done?" (Seriously, he feels this way, too. I am not over-reacting, I'm not, I am NOT) Does everybody feel that way? Is there some sort of secret recipe to balancing being a wife, a homemaker, a cleaning lady, a good employee, a friend, a home owner, a sister, a daughter and a Primary worker? I can only imagine how all you Mom's feel. Hats off to you. I can't even begin to imagine adding "Mother" to the list.

I am sure I am not the only one who feels stretched too thin. I am sure all of you are muttering to yourselves, "what is she talking about...if she only knew!" right about now. And you should. What I need is a good swift kick in the pants. Feel free to give it to me next time I see you.

But, then again, maybe that's the point. Maybe we are supposed to learn that perfection is impossible and sometimes you just have to let some things slip threw the cracks. Like some days, I simply don't have time to make my bed before I go to work, and although it pains me (severely) to let that slide, maybe I could accept the fact that my house can't always be spotless if I am going to make time for all of the people in my life who are more important than my bed sheets could ever be.

Maybe that's what we are supposed to learn? To let the house stay dirty and go for a walk with your hubby instead. Or to overlook the to-do list and go play fetch with the dogs. Or to stop stressing about your un-made bed at home, or your messy yard and relish in the fact that tomorrow is a new day and sometimes the pies can just wait. Seriously, the pies will just have to

WAIT.