What kind of a dope would promise to start and finish a new book, find and prepare a new recipe, and then set aside 2 kid-free hours to watch a new movie, all in one week—the same week in which she had a lot of work* to get to, also the same week in which she had to prepare for her daughter's birthday and her husband's birthday? Readers, meet dope. Dope, meet readers. Sorry.
I just learned that Steph's Bat Mitzvah partner (that is, the girl she's having her Bat Mitzvah ceremony with) got her invitations today. As in, they're all printed. Steph and I only just sort of chose ours yesterday (coincidentally enough, they sound very similar!), and I haven't even come close to figuring out the wording. I also have to come up with a guest list so I know how many invitations to order! That's right, I have no guest list yet. From there, I have to somehow find the snail-mail addresses of all my far-flung relatives in order to address said invitations. I'm starting to freak out. Menu? No. Decorations? No. Three perfect dresses? No. Anything else? No No No.
*The good news is that work is picking up at a nice clip. I just got two new clients (who have frighteningly similar names, so I have to check and double-check every email to make sure I'm talking to the right person about the right project), and a third seems interested. After this past summer's near-drought, I'm very excited about the prospect of getting busy again.
The best part is that you can just back off on that promise, put it off until life is more normal. (if that ever happens!)Good luck with all your tasks!!
Posted by: Margaret | October 13, 2009 at 10:59 PM
Just renege on those "promises." Fer chrissakes. Most days I feel ahead of the game if I've just managed to go running and get to work. With your efficiency, you'll be fine, I'm sure.
Posted by: Wendy | October 14, 2009 at 01:41 PM