Rough week ahead

I've hesitated on posting something new because a)I have no time that is my own, b)I really like those pictures from the lake because it was such a fun day and c)posting something new would mean I would have to talk about what is coming up in my life, which brings me to d)there is a particular area of my life that is awkward to blog about, so I never know what to say.


This week is super crazy. I have a presentation tomorrow in one of my classes. The whole thing is in...wait for it, wait for it, SPANISH. I'm supposed to explain stuff and talk about spanglish and other fun topics of extreme interest. I'm just a little stressed about. Then, Tuesday is Leah's tonsillectomy, plus I need to finish up a 6 page paper (in Spanish, of course) about the importance of life long literacy. Wednesday I have finals in both classes, then that night I will have a moving party to get everything out of storage and into my parents garage. Thursday and Friday will be garage sale prep days, plus Friday is my SIL's birthday, and Saturday morning is the big sale. I've already scheduled for Saturday night to be "going out to eat somewhere delicious" night. Plus there are a few other things that I need to take care of this week, but I won't bore the crowds of people reading this by sharing those details. More on that later, hopefully.

One of my dearest friends is always telling me SMALL STEPS. She is so wise! I go into a tailspin if I try to think about everything at once, but if I just try to get through one little task at a time, things are so much easier.

*breathe*breathe*breathe*breathe*

Comments

Jacob said…
dag B, sounds like too much stuff to do!!!
August 11, 2010 at 3:58 PM
mrswade said…
And that dear friend loves you very much. Even if she doesn't have as much time anymore to read blogs. :(
August 13, 2010 at 6:52 PM
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