I’m headed out for a weekend of Girl Scout Camping tomorrow, and leaving behind a huge list of things to do. I don’t know if it’s Spring, or baseball season, or the upcoming end-of school, but I somehow got myself behind schedule and can’t seem to find my way back to normal. And, while I’m looking forward to a weekend of hiking, fire-starting, marshmallow-roasting, and your basic daughter-mother bonding, letting go of my to do list is really, really, REALLY hard.
So, I thought I’d leave behind a tiny, little, very subtle “honey do” list for my husband.
That’s ok, right?