I have three kids.
I have a husband.
I have a job.
I have laundry.
I have four books I’m supposed to be reading and two presentations to work on for grad school.
I’m working on a new blog for moms that is going to be amazing.
My daughter has a lot of friends…all of whom have birthdays…and birthday parties.
I have my first official writing assignment which came with its very own official deadline…Soon.
I am about to be a pastor’s wife…I don’t even know what all that entails.
I have to get my zumba on…twice a week.
And, mercy, do I have some laundry.
What I’m trying to say, people, is that I’m busy. Crazy. busy. Granted, if you follow me on Twitter, you know that I some how manage to find time to play penny ante poker with the hubs. Although, to be honest, I was totally multitasking. I was playing poker and eating pizza rolls all at the same time.
So, there you go. If you see me out in public and I appear as if I haven’t brushed my hair…it’s because I just didn’t have time…or because I’m trying to draw attention away from the fact that I’m wearing the cleanest pair of dirty pants I could find.
Did I mention the laundry issue?