Do you ever have one of those days when you have about a zillion things that need to be done by a certain time but you just can't seem to get started?
Like the in-laws are coming to visit but instead of cleaning the bathroom, you work on finishing the baby sweater for a child that has yet to be conceived?
Or that first one's evil twin: instead of working on the baby sweater for the shower this Saturday, you cast on for Christmas stockings. In June.
Or instead of working on the stack of term papers that have to be returned tomorrow, you reach for that bodice-ripper.
Or instead of making the dentist appointment for that nagging pain that you think is going mean a root canal, you head straight to the salon for new cut and color?
Or instead of working on the enormous list of things that need to be accomplished by Tuesday, when the shipping company comes to pick up everything for the booth at TNNA, you work on a blog entry.
Oh wait, that last one is me. For the past two weeks I have worked slavishly doing anything except get organized for what is arguably the most important four days of the year for Lorna's Laces. Yikes!
I wish I could figure out why. It's really not like me to be this way. I'm usually the one cracking the whip around here and staying late to make sure it's all done well ahead of time. It makes me crazy to find myself behind.
The next step in the process is to figure out who I can blame. I am considering my husband. Or vodka.
Edited: I just found out, it's Franklin's fault! He came by earlier in the week to work on a top-secret project. It's very important to know who to blame. I will rest easy tonight.