I should be writing my beekeeper story right now instead of working on my blog. But I loved the photos and had to share.
Yesterday was another crazy day. I was talking to a friend who came buy to give L some birthday balloons and I was telling her about my day and saying “I don’t know why I am so tired.”
Then I told her I had:
taken care of L,
sent A to school,
gone to the newspaper to say good-bye to the editor, (tomorrow is his last day) an pick up a half-dozen reporters notebooks,
interviewed beekeepers for my story,
dropped my page kits off at my LSS,
waited in the Wendy’s drive up lane to buy lunch, (it was lunch break at the high school and there were a bunch of high school students in cars much nicer than mine in front of me),
ate lunch and talked to L,
downloaded my bee photos,
helped a neighbor print off photos for a baby shower,
visited with L’s Primary teacher who brought a birthday card for him,
Helped A with his homework
and read a book for a few minutes.
As I told her about my day I was feeling bad that I hadn’t done laundry, cleaned the kitchen, gone grocery shopping (I was planning on doing it while I was out but L wanted me to come home) or worked on another page kit.
She looked at me, shook her head and said I had done plenty and I should be tired.
I guess I’m like a frog in slowly heating water. I don’t realize how warm it is until I notice my skin is changing color.