Time is flying. O is four, G is almost 6 months, preschool just started, Halloween is around the corner.
Work is busy, C's work is busy, I'm blessed with a little freelance, I keep thinking about what's next for work, gosh this house needs to be cleaned. (Again. Damn construction dust never leaves.)
Paint the porch and front door, get the driveway done, landscape, finish the siding on the garage. Finish the island, paint some inside, what are we doing with that backsplash.
We have to plan G's Christening, make and send invitations. Dentist and doctors' appointments for the kids, I need a haircut...oh crap; I just realized I have double-booked myself when I was supposed to have acupuncture tomorrow. Again.
Ugh, that new printer doesn't work with the Mac OS...return it, keep it? Submit everything for the C of O.
I can't wait for our vacation in two months - yay, two months!
I can't wait for holidays this year because I missed decorating so much last year.
I can't wait to see G crawl. Take her first steps. Say her first word.
I can't wait until next year when I hopefully reach the point where I can schedule every day based on my own priorities. When I take vacation when I want to and not because of the number of days I have left.
I can't make up my mind.
Images from aslpict.blogsome.com & tell.fll.purdue.edu, respectively.