This has to be quick.
It seems like there’s never quite enough time in the day to do all the things I want to do, need to do, should do, have to do, ought to do.
My want-to’s (working on my WIP, craft projects piling up in the back bedroom, plucking my eyebrows so I don’t look like Bert from Sesame Street) get shoved down below the have-to’s (gotta homeschool the youngest, gotta feed the troops, gotta sweep up the dog hair before it turns into another dog, gotta get to work) and the need-to’s (need to answer email, need to mow the lawn, need to iron that shirt before I wear it again).
The ought-to’s (ought to call that friend and go for coffee, ought to take the recycling away) and the should-do’s (should remove that fuzzy object from the back of the fridge, should call my mother), I keep trying to pretend the shoulds and oughts aren’t there. It isn’t working.
(The fuzzy thing in the back of the fridge may have growled at me this morning when I reached for the creamer.)
Ever feel like this? Chasing the clock, convinced the sun has increased the speed with which it traverses the sky?