Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Somedays...

Things just don't go as planned. . .
 
And you work until seven,
Have a friend planning on dropping by at seven,
Have a long-missed volleyball invitation with a visiting friend at seven,
Have a brother coming to help you change a flat tire at seven,
Have a phone call needing to happen at seven,

Oh bother.
I promise I don't mean to overschedule my time...
it just happened.

2 comments:

MOMMY TALK WITH STEPH said...

I know exactly how you feel! It's rough being so popular. :) I LOVE your blog! Thanks so much for adding me to your blog list! Thanks for updating us and good luck with prioritizing tonight. :)

farfaraway said...

Sometimes seven is just the right number! It is easy to remember.