Shooting at the whole flock is a favorite expression of my husband. It is not because he is an avid hunter. He uses it to describe his feeling of being overwhelmed with too many projects on his list. Today I can sympathize with shooting at the whole flock.
I have a day at home with my grandson. I’m trying not to squander it with a little more than two weeks until Christmas. There is decorating to do but before that is done I really should clean. There is the never-ending pile of laundry to deal with and bathrooms that need cleaning.
There is that box of papers piled high on my dresser that I cleared off the counter in the kitchen the day before Thanksgiving that I need to sort through to make sure there are no bills in there that need to be paid.
And what am I doing instead of any of the above. I’m typing a blog post. Just where are my priorities. Okay in my defense at this time I have a load in the washing machine, one in the dryer, the dishwasher ‘ ready for the next load and I put away yesterdays laundry and most importantly I played ball with Jack and did a puzzle or two with him.
My constant battle is to keep Jack away from my sewing machines. It seems they are a constant fascination beyond any of the toys in the livingroom. Believe me he is not lacking for toys since he is the first nephew, our first grandchild, and the first great-grandchild on both sides of the family.
I thought naïvely that this year if I would just bake one type of cookies for Christmas each day for a couple of weeks I would have no problem getting them done. At this point in time there are none baked. Maybe this afternoon I could one batch done while Jack is sleeping but wait that is when I planned on cleaning the bathrooms.
As my daughter left for college this morning she hinted that it sure would be great to have lasagna for supper. If that is to happen it means a trip to the grocery store and time to prepare. Maybe I could do that before Jack naps or scrap the entire idea of lasagna and opt for something I have all the ingredients in the house for like a big pot of chili. Sounds like a plan. Lasagna tomorrow instead.
My dryer just dinged…Another load to fold. Another load to start. Time to go shoot at the whole flock.