A three day weekend should not have me stressed out
I needed clothes for work, so we went to Waxahachie. I didn't really find what I was working for, but found some clothes. I let my mom talk me out of buying a picture frame I wanted because we were going to look elsewhere. We had to go back to Belk to get it because we didn't find anything better.
Mom debated a rug at Target. I asked her if she wanted me to talk her into or out of it. She talked herself out of it even though I told her that Dad would say get it when she asked me what I thought he would say. We had to go back to Target and get it.
I had to go to the grocery store (who likes that?) so that I can have clean hair and teeth and be able to take out my contacts. Not to mention that I needed milk and food.
My house is a mess, I have loads of clothes to hang up, have to make my bed so that I can sleep in it tonight. I'm sorting vacation pictures so that I can work on scrapbooks and get that stuff out of my floor. I need to go through the craft closet and pull out stuff for VBS in early July.
Oh, and I realized today that forgot to get my car inspected in April, and it's a million wonders I that I haven't gotten caught.
I need to work on some upcoming blog posts, update the sermon page on the website, and the fact that I have lots of mailing lists that need to be done for work is lurking in the back of my mind.
I've got a pile of receipts that I need to go through and it wouldn't hurt to look over my last bank statement and figure out bills for next month. Truth is, I really don't want to think about that at all.
Is any of this urgent? No. But I have a problem turning off my brain. It's a good thing I'm the only one who lives here because the clutter around here is driving me nuts, and I usually have everything in its place.
Thank goodness there are still two days left this weekend!