I know you are asking “what the ham sandwich is she talking about—a honey-dipped list”?
It’s a long story, but it has to do with my friend at the Dunkin’ Donuts. Well, he is not really my friend.
But I think he wants to be my friend, seeing that he stretches his neck in unnatural positions just to say hi to me if my husband is driving and I am sitting way over in the passenger side seat.
Anyway, it’s a long story, but it has something to do with him and how he possibly, potentially, maybe-sorta-kinda, called me “honey-dipped” one day while my husband was with me ordering our ice-coffee.
You must pronounce it with the Indian accent though. If pronounced properly, it will sound like:
hiney-deeped.
Did you say it? See what I mean?
So that is the short version of the honey-dipped story. Instead of a honey-do list, I have a honey-dipped list, okay?
Moving along.
I may have mentioned it—-the triplets are in kindergarten now.
All day long.
It’s just me and baby dumplin’. She’s a whirly twirly Northeasterly category 4 hurricane, but we manage.
So, I realized today after spending about 3 of my 7 free hours working on a file with Uprinting for my upcoming Blog Conference, that I could really catch up on the goings on in my life and put a huge dent in my:
list-of-ssshhhtuff-I-need-to-do-but-haven’t-been-able-to-do-because-I-have-triplets-plus-two,
if—I repeat, *if*, the kids would just be allowed to attend school Monday through Sunday from now until, lets say———January.
Can you just imagine the mounds of work I could tackle with that kind of time?
On second thought, maybe not all that much.
7 hours a day isn’t really as long as it sounds.
As you may recall, the other morning I spent a good 3-4 hours just trying to get my prescription renewal situation resolved—which is still not resolved.
I also spent nearly the entire 7 hours on-again-off-again searching the house for my lost calendar—which I found. In the bathroom. Duh.
So today I was feeling overwhelmed by the looming list of things I know I can’t accomplish in 7 hours, so I decided to break things up into more manageable chunks of sshtuff by doing only those things on the list that involved words with three letters.
It’s my way of prioritizing.
You can learn a lot from a girl like me. And I am not even talking about my leopoardhookershoes.
At the end of the day, I expect my list of accomplishments to look something like this:
1. mae
2. eat
3. cry
4. nap
5. eat
6. run
7. mae
8. sin
I wanted to do some other things like:
dri(nk)
cle(an)
lau(ndry)
sin(g) Oh. I did the sin part, though.
coo(k)
But you see my dilemma? Nothing else was meeting the 3 word only criteria.
Maybe tomorrow I can advance to 4 words.
Oh never-mind. The kids are home because it’s a Saturday. In fact, they are home all weekend.
Maybe I can advance to 4 word lists on Monday.
Oh never-mind. The kids are home Monday because it’s a holiday. Already. There better be cake, is all I’m sayin’.
See what I mean?
I’m never getting anything done.
Ever.
~The Gra(sshoppa)
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Goo (D).
Maybe I can condense my comment into thr (ee) wor (ds) so tha (t) you can und (erstand)
LOL! U crack me up!!
I know, I failed miserably but at least I tried. I hear ya on getting things done….YIKES. Where does the time go anyway?
Stupid Labor day holiday….The kids just started and now they are back home?
Yowza.
Twitter, Hold me.
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I am probably going to shoot myself for missing the obvious but … what is “mae”?
Sin cracked me up! Especially that you planned to fit it into your very busy day more than once! At least you’re honest!
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You get an A++ for effort.
And yeah, only those of us that actually labor, should get off for the holiday. Kids do not labor.
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Omg- this is hysterical! I need at least four letters or I’m screwed.
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Once A child arrives, suddenly time disappears. It apparently ends up in some sort of vacuum that mothers are not privy too. Boo. Oh well, I like not being able to accomplish much in a day, much less a month or year.
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You almost always make me smile … except when you are sad … and then you make me cry.
Forget about trying to get anything done for the weekend … it’s what they are for (so they tell me)
D
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Mae
Mae
Mae …..
I’m really having trouble. I keep thinking Maeve …. are you having another Baby Dumplin?
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Yes. Yes I am having another baby dumplin. (In my dreams) The pirate would send me packing for sure. I am trying to convince him to get me a cat since my Sir, George passed away a month ago. Please help.
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I yap…a lot… it’s on my list too. Yap on twitter…yappin on the phone.. in emails…
but where is the important 3 letter word…
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I don’t have triplets + 2, I only have 4 that are spread by about 3.5 years. I try hard, but I just can’t see the time when I will ever accomplish anything I need too.
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You slay me with laughter through tears…
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