I’m burned out. I’m preaching to the choir, I know, but I’m done. I’m exhausted and we have yet to enjoy our summer vacation. It’s been errands and end-of-the-year parties and church lessons and projects and yard work and family baptisms and that’s just in the past few days.
I have closets threatening to drown the next person who opens the door, seven loads of laundry (that’s just today) and no idea what I’m fixing for dinner this week. Who even knows what I fixed last week–did I even cook? I need a break. (Just this morning I made three trips to the rec center for swim lessons, day camp, a workout and then day camp pickup–awesome vacation so far, guys.)
I’ve reached critical mass and it isn’t looking good.
But I adore my sanity even more. Funny thing, I haven’t seen it around for a while. I’m logging off before I go postal. As they (I think “they” was Stephen Covey but who the heck cares), first things first…at least for a week or two until order is restored. Wish me luck.