For those of you that know me, you know I am a very organized person. I've even stepped up the organization recently, and it's almost a little scary. At least I can find stuff easily (except that one little piece of paper that I really need to find). I'm a planner and a list maker.
Saturday I'm going to see my boyfriend for the second time this year. Out of town. Without my girls. And I really don't have a plan in place. I know, I know, you can all pick your chins up off the floor now. It's two days away. I will figure it out. So, I have to wonder: am I mellowing out in my old age? or am I just so overwhelmed by life in general that I don't care? Either way, it's all going to work itself out.
But the week of the 19th I have about 500 things* to coordinate. Check in with me next week and see if I'm pulling my hair out yet.
*disclaimer: 500 might be a bit of an exageration, but I have A LOT going on that week.