So. I really love my job. My family is doing pretty well-- hoping the kids can adjust a bit more to their new situation at school, make some friends. The husband and I have been getting along great for the most part.
Life is good.
But. I have this problem of not being able to realistically look ahead to a week and anticipate what will happen in that week. I mean there have been a few weeks that I've said to myself, This will be a killer week, so busy. But most of the time, I'm looking at everything on paper and thinking I have time to spare. Yet it so rarely works out that way. Why do I keep getting it wrong? Wishful thinking?
I don't know. But this week, I may as well consider myself good and busy. Especially if we end up laying the floors Thursday and Friday. It's a good busy, but I've got to make time for writing. And it's got to be in the morning... bah. It's got to be or it won't happen.