in between, staying on top of it all always leaves me feeling like i am on the bottom. it's as though i'm staring up at a to-do list that is a mile long, with the weight of the world on my shoulders. no matter how many wonderful ideas i come up with— ironing for a few days, waking up a little earlier, making a delicious breakfast— i always manage to fail. not because i'm a loser (in this instance). mostly because i lose it.
my religion (i really need to work on this one).
file all of these under the "mommy's misplaced items". trust me, i have yet to claim a couple 