What should I do first?

Hmmm, it's 5:15pm on Friday evening. Just back from taking the kids to the library for a weekly chess game with classmates after having put in a full teaching day including piano practice supervision and gymnastics shuttling. What task should I attack next?

- fold the laundry that's been dried and refluffed a couple times? Should really get that other load out of the washer before it mildews...
- put away the stacks of clean clothes that have accumulated on the chair in our bedroom?
- wash the dishes from last night's birthday party and today's breakfast & lunch?
- decide on all my voting positions for my absentee ballot? There are a LOT of measures on there!
- make my school plans for the next week or two?
- repair the two toilets that rarely stop running on their own these days?
- sort the near-toppling piles of stuff on my desk? (David found the pie crust shield up there this morning while looking for a particular receipt...I'm not too sure how it got there other than the fact I was trying to make the kitchen counter look barer for last night's gathering)
- tidy the house from a few months of disorder?
- figure out what we're having for dinner tonight or how I'm going to plead for going out when we ate out every day last week on the cruise?
- make my safeway.com order for Monday so we can have home-cooked meals the first few days next week?
- renew the library books Jason's not finished with because he checked out 6 huge Star Wars novels at once?
- bury my head in the blankets?

Nah, I think I'll procrastinate for a few minutes writing a directionless, meaningless blog entry.

Comments

[Patricia Taylor]

A woman after my own heart! Just back from a trip, our 6th wedding anniversary actually, which turned out quite differently from the plan, as my husband got sick, ending up in the emergency room for some hours, before, cat scan and ekg completed, IV administered, and life somewhat returned to normal, after much prayer and some saline solution for rehydration purposes, he was pronounced well enough to leave, albeit in a wheel chair --he is fine now, thank you--home safe and sound...but am I unpacking? No, I am reading blogs after our bath to remove all of the stuck on circles of tape left on his hairy chest (and ankles) from the various lines attached to his weakened body for the monitors. Thank you, God, for volunteer rescue squads, efficient emergency room personnel, and your healing touch. Hot Springs, VA has the smallest hospital (27 beds) in the state of VA. You may win a trivia contest with this fact, discovered by me at about 4 a.m. this morning.

[Katherine]

Strange to hear about something like this on my blog! I'm calling you right now...