There's post it notes all over my desk. Every morning I get up and look at the to-do list I've left myself and every evening, the same deadlines, getting ever closer, carry over to my to-do list for the next day. So something isn't working. Nine times out of ten, the cat buries herself under the post it notes that have come free off of my dining room table, and the kids just treat them as an ever shifting tablecloth, removing the ones that get food on them (usually before I can keep track of
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March 19, 2009 10:00
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