I try to keep my list simple, short, without guilt and such. That’s the safest route with a teething, heading into the terrible twos, toddler, a six-year-old and a nest full of animals. Shit is going to happen, plain and simple.
I’m still never prepared.
Like today’s list… Laundry, Dishes, Tend to the four-footed and feathered minions, make bread, plant stuff. And somehow come up with a blog post before the bebe woke up from her nap.
And of course you know what happens next, someone has to up and add to my list WITHOUT my permission.
Not on today’s list:
Chasing a Copper Head full-grown monster Snake out of the garden (the sucker was a whole two feet from me, gah!) with a GARDEN HOSE.
Why can’t I ever remember to grab the camera before I grab a weapon?
And why can’t I ever remember to bring a REAL weapon out there with me?
AND why doesn’t Martha have shows about gardening with weapons?
Pardon me, I have bread to finish and a gun to clean…