Sometimes I wonder if I don’t sabotage my efforts at being organized and completing all that I would like to complete. I find myself procrastinating on just about everything that I do, and always manage to run late due to this annoying habit.

I know my schedule is no more (probably less) than anyone else’s but still I find myself running at break neck speed to be here or there, or get this or that done. I could psychoanalyze the shit out of this, and still I come up blank.

I’m sitting here writing this while I should be in the shower, getting ready for what I admit was supposed to be a more than normal hectic day.

We have yet another cocktail party to attend this evening. My attitude leaves a lot to be desired. I know I will pull out my social hat at the last minute, and we will go and smile and visit and put in the appearance. The amount of time we’ll spend there will be far less than the amount of time I’ll dump into getting ready. (Teri thy name is vanity)

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s the middle of the week. Or that it is yet again tied to my husband’s job. A job that admittedly provides well for our lifestyle. He has given me permission to flake on this one tonight, if I don’t get everything I want to get done, done. I feel like we need to show up, as all of his bosses will be there, as well as those in the community that it would bode well for him to network with. I’ll be a good wife and prepare accordingly.

This Thursday is my appt. for the biopsies on the two masses in my left breast. I don’t believe I’m worried per se, although the thought of those needles still make me queasy; I’ll be going in prepared. Translation: 10 mg of valium and a 10 mg percocet. (For pharmacy sticklers its 10mg/325mg percocet) My homegirls wanted to get together that evening for a dinner, but with the kids here this week, the cocktail party tonight and the biopsy that day, it’s not looking good for socializing. Which reminds me I need to send an email to let the girls know I can’t make it this Thursday.

Well it’s time to start running errands.

side note: I’m still looking for gift ideas, in the post directly below this one. Thanks to those of you who have offered up some ideas. Although baking is not something I do often, I imagine I could try to whip up some fudge, although the thought of cheating and hitting a bakery to put together some gift tins did cross my mind....this may not be the point of gifting baked goods.

Hope everyone’s Tuesday is a good one!

Love,

3T