After the last couple of days of canning like a mad-woman and then this morning’s mad dash to school and the grocery store so I could hurry home to stack firewood before it got too hot, I’m whooped. I still have oodles to do for market on Saturday and my house is scary trashed. I swear I just cleaned it but I was looking around today and got scared. How do those piles grow so quickly? Our crazy projects of my husband’s home theater build and my wool stuff don’t help any. Neither does the fact that we are about to tear up the dining room to put the stove in. I also still don’t have my spot for my sewing machine or fabric. I’m hoping to go to the basement with that stuff.
Someday we’ll get all moved in to our place. I suppose it would help if I found house cleaning motivation too. Just not a job I like to do.
I guess I’ll stop procrastinating and get some things done.