It never fails to amaze me how I take on too much. Trying to break into writing is hard. We added a baby and I decided I could watch Cheekies and write without a Mommy’s Assistant. We lost Ammo, so I got a puppy. My husband is being promoted and I agree to homemade cheesecakes and ice cream. Homemade by me, of course.
Because I have nothing better to do with my day than spend the day working in a hot kitchen. Making a mess when the mixer was at a higher speed than I wanted it because a baby pushed the lever. (Eggs, sugar and cream cheese went all over the place along with whipped cream!) Of course there were already Cheerios all over the floor.
I distinctly remember volunteering to make and decorate a sheet cake. It would have taken less time over multiple days. And Lumpy could have helped by watching Cheekies Assistant. But, no, I agree to way more than I probably could handle.
Am I the only one who agrees to almost everything? There has to be a twelve step program for people who agree to do too much.