Do you guys have that list? The I'll-Deal-With-it-After-Vacation List? Earlier in August while scrambling to get everything organized before we dropped off the face of the earth for a while (real earth, not blog earth) I found myself keeping a mental list of all the things I'd just figure out once I got home. Taken on their own, in the rosy glow of pre-vacation denial, all those tasks seemed so infintisemally minor -- a magazine deadline, a bunch of volunteer obligations, afterschool activity scheduling, a 300-page manuscript to read through. (More on that soon.) And yet, like clockwork, the night before re-entry to reality, each one of those items on my list team up -- I picture them rubbing their palms together and laughing an evil laugh -- to form one really not-min0r-at-all get-organized list. This usually happens somewhere around three o'clock in the morning. That was last night for me, so I'm going to make this post short.
I'll Deal with That After Vacation
I'll Deal with That After Vacation
I'll Deal with That After Vacation
Do you guys have that list? The I'll-Deal-With-it-After-Vacation List? Earlier in August while scrambling to get everything organized before we dropped off the face of the earth for a while (real earth, not blog earth) I found myself keeping a mental list of all the things I'd just figure out once I got home. Taken on their own, in the rosy glow of pre-vacation denial, all those tasks seemed so infintisemally minor -- a magazine deadline, a bunch of volunteer obligations, afterschool activity scheduling, a 300-page manuscript to read through. (More on that soon.) And yet, like clockwork, the night before re-entry to reality, each one of those items on my list team up -- I picture them rubbing their palms together and laughing an evil laugh -- to form one really not-min0r-at-all get-organized list. This usually happens somewhere around three o'clock in the morning. That was last night for me, so I'm going to make this post short.