Scarlett O’Hara might have had the right idea.
But right now, I’m really buying into her famous quote: “I’ll think about that tomorrow.” Genius, that lady.
I have stinky piles of laundry overflowing from the hamper. But I’ll think about that tomorrow.
I have a toddler that has developed recurring vampire tendencies, who, more often than not, has been getting sent home from preschool with discipline notes. Each day I pick him up, I wonder which victim he has chosen to sink his little teeth into. But I’ll think about that tomorrow.
I have a day job that is currently causing me more stress than I’ve ever experienced in my 14-year stint at the company. Some days, I feel like it may give me an ulcer. Or drive me to drink more beer. The latter might not be a bad thing, but my poor liver might beg to differ. But, still, I’ll think about the day job tomorrow.
I have bills that need to be paid. But I’ll think about that tomorrow.
I should probably open my Google Reader. Or get back to the comments that people left me from posts I wrote a couple of weeks ago. But I’ll think about that tomorrow.
Booyah blew chunks in the hallway downstairs. I noticed it when we got home, and just didn’t want to deal with it. So I’ll think about that tomorrow.
I need to buy cat food. And toilet paper. And Cocoa Puffs. But I’ll think about that tomorrow.
Frankly, I’m just too wiped out right now to give a damn.
So, tonight, instead of doing all of the things I should be doing, I’m going to relax. And think about the stuff that does mean something.
I will camp out at my vast plantation humble abode, and be thankful that we have a roof over our heads. And that the roof is currently not leaking. At least that I know of.
I shall be thankful that I’ve hooked up with a great group of bloggers… who don’t seem to be bothered by how sporadically I visit, or respond back to their comments. They understand that I have a life outside of this blog.
I shall be thankful for Jay. I love him, and in the midst of all of the chaos, I don’t tell him that often enough.
I will think about slobbery goodnight kisses and “I love you, mommy’s.”
And all of that other peripheral crap? I can’t think about it tonight. So I will think about that tomorrow.
Because tomorrow is another day. Right, Scarlett?