For us, summer started behind and never caught up. All good things. But there hasn’t been enough watermelon on the porch time.
And I’m tired. Between camps and deadlines and driving 264 miles a day (an exaggeration but that’s how it feels), I’m wishing I had someone to manage my time.
Instead I just made some notes so I’d remember how to do better. Then I blogged them over at one of my other internet homes.
People crack me up when they ask how I “do it all.”
I’m pretty sure if these same people were a fly on my wall, they’d:
a) have full run of the house because I’m too busy to buy a fly swatter.
b) realize pretty quickly, I’m definitely not doing it all.
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Lindsey P. Brackett 