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?