Those were the days

when Mom simply said "Let's go," and after throwing some clothes into a bag off we went. My mom had her "stuff" together.

This comes to mind because I am in the midst of getting ready to be gone from home for a while. My sister is having a baby and I'm going to hang out with her for the big event. Every day my list gets longer instead of shorter, regardless of what I'm accomplishing each day. It may not help that I'm planning the being gone part, and the staying home part for those not leaving, plus the dog and feeling guilty about leaving work and well, I could go on.

I guess it comes down to wishing some one else was in charge, even though I thrive/love/demand to be in charge. Happy day.