It is Sunday morning, the boys are with their Papa and Nana, I am sitting outside laptop in hand and music playing. I have been working on my homework this morning, Trying to make a dent in the unending task ahead of me. The air is cool, and the birds seem to be singing with the music as it plays. I have finally found a place to listen to music with few commercials to interrupt my train of thought. It is so peaceful right now. But the day is fixing to really start and we have baseball. As I sit here I start seeing all the things that need to be done. The messes to clean and the little time I have to do it all. I know these are choices I make, but the more I see of these piles that grow and come alive when I walk into a room, I start to loose my footing, I almost start to have a panic attack, my heart races and I can hardly breathe. This all seems to follow me, everywhere I go.
But I still sit here instead of tackling something. I need a game plan, a plan of attack.
I can no longer retreat for this monster. I have to face it head on.
CHARGE