It’s a school holiday and I’m stuck in bed. I’m not the “I’m so sick, I can’t get out of bed” kind of stuck. I’m the “I have a really long list of commitments today” kind of stuck. I’m thinking my bed knows me well enough that it’s developed the ability to sense when I need a few minutes. It knows me well enough to predict that if I hit the floor now, I’ll end up in a puddle of frustrated tears by noon. It wants me to cull my list and only do the things deemed really important.
*Breakfast with grandbaby and daughter
*Eat lunch with almost 27-year-old son and his wife
*Tea with mom
*Crawfish boil with friendster*
*HEB (grocery store for you non-Texans) for Easter lunch supplies
*Laundry (only because if I don’t do it today, it will smother us in our sleep tonight-there’s THAT much)
This list looks way shorter than it did in my head. No tears today! Thanks, Bed, for keeping me hostage.
*Friendster-My own word to describe my best friends who are more than best friends – they are my soul sisters – my friendsters.