For about two years I have felt like there is always just so much to do.  There's the normal stuff, like laundry and cooking and cleaning up after cooking.  There's the work stuff, the kid stuff, and then a few special things thrown in there once in awhile.  But the thing is, it just always feels so dang busy.  The "to do" list I made for a single Saturday was so long that it took me three weeks to get more than one thing crossed off of it.

And then this afternoon I walked past a mirror and thought, boy, tomorrow I better move BRUSH HAIR to the top of my list.

But, I had time to cut some fresh flowers and now our house smells Spring fresh!


Just don't look at my hair.  At least not for another week or so.