Something's Got to Give

You can't do it all.  Well, intellectually I know that, I just thought I was the exception to the rule.  I pride myself on waking with a plan, stubbornly executing it, sometimes at the cost of utter and sheer exhaustion.  

Preparing for the holidays, cooking and freezing is one thing.  But trying to fit in my exercise routine, write, clean the house, organize for baby Milo, family and company, can poop a person out.  

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love it all, but something's got to give.  And where in the heck did all that dust appear on the ceiling fans and white baseboards?

So, please excuse the absence of any blogging for the week.  I must reserve my energy for baby Milo.  Dust will always fall, but he won't always be little.

Let the dust fall where it may.