This is what my brain feels like right now. Fractured. I have so much going on I don’t know which end is up and yet it’s not like I’m conducting brain surgery or rocket science or anything. All I’m doing is traveling between Bethany’s house and my mom’s house and helping out with various events. Not that big of a deal but I feel like I haven’t been home for more than one day a week. Which doesn’t leave a lot of time for cleaning up after my disgusting cats or cooking for my husband who is slaving away making the money that I seem to be spending faster than a forrest fire.
And November was supposed to be my slow month!
But whatever. I’m sure everyone who is reading this is probably experiencing the same feelings, if not worse. I just wanted to pop in and say hi and tell you that if I had a minute I would be blogging about it but my minutes are whooshing past me faster than I can record them.
I think I need to go get my hair cut or something, if only for those precious minutes when the hair-washer massages your head. Wouldn’t that feel good right now?