Drowning Girl by Roy Lichtenstein
What idiot said: "Don't sweat the small stuff -- and it's all small stuff"?
Actually, he's right, it pretty much is all small stuff. But it all has to be sweated, or it won't get done. Then what do you have?? The fabric of our society torn apart, rather than just fraying at the edges.
I'm having one of those nights. Here's what I'm obsessing about:
- Henry's 11th birthday tomorrow - I haven't planned anything
- Buying cookies for Henry's class on the way to work in the am
- Finishing videos and the website for the new exhibit we're opening Thursday
- Flying out at 6 am Sat. for a knitting retreat
- Organizing Henry for the weekend, complete with ski stuff
- Valentines Day (the day I return) - cards, candy, etc. for H.
- Ravelympics 2010 - a knitting event during the Olympics (I'm on Team Hopelessly Overcommitted)
- Calling my parents
- Getting Flash to the vet, and oh, who's going to watch him this weekend?
- Fixing the leak over the kitchen window - needs professional help
Sometimes it's all too much. Nothing to do but have another glass of wine and tackle today's Sudoku. Or whine about it in a blog post.
What do you do when you're being sucked under by the small stuff?