Yesterday I was feeling a little overwhelmed with everything that I want to get done this week, or at least by Saturday anyway. Sunday I’m keeping free for an impending flake out. In my moment of crisis I did what I always do – ring Amanda and plead guilty to exactly that…biting off more than I can chew.
Seems we sisters are tarred with the same brush. When asked could she make a tart for an upcoming celebration (the emphasis being on that one would suffice) she too confessed to going into overdrive and now cannot choose between four different fillings.
And let’s not forget an earlier phone call to me this week, requesting that we ‘go crazy’ putting together a dessert bar for another occasion only weeks away. Of course I said…’sign me up’ before we’d even contemplated the logistics of the four hour travel time that separates us. Probably a good thing someone else had already offered to cater instead. At least that’s what we keep telling ourselves.
So anyway, by 9.30pm last night whilst I was a hot mess painting our toilet, because it’s completely normal to be painting at that time of night right?… I’d come to the conclusion that I LIKE being a ‘doer’. I LIKE feeling like I’m achieving whatever it is I set my mind to. I LIKE having a huge list and crossing it off one by one.
With that said, I CAN bite off more than I can chew. Just watch me stuff it all in and chow down like the cookie monster. This is how my week life rolls.