Wow, I have completely hit a brick wall. I have no motivation to do anything. I think planning Princess #2's birthday party (which is in JANUARY, not FEBRUARY - grrr!) has sucked up the last of my brain cells. I spent all weekend running all over God's green (or brown as it may be) earth looking for stuff for the party. Tulle. Tiaras. Glitter. Feathers. Cake stuff (WHY did I decide to go all Ace of Cakes and make it myself?).
I am princess party'd out.
Maybe when this party is over on Saturday I'll be able to breathe again. And, um, do something. Laundry. Dishes. Vacuum. Something.
My parents were in town over the weekend so I took a little two day break from doing laundry (and no one else bothered to pick up the slack...). Two days. Doesn't seem like much right? That was all it took. Why do we wear so many dang clothes?
So if you see me swirling around in my own little whirlpool of responsibilities, throw me a life line.