Preface: I located this story while looking for something else yesterday. I wrote it on Christmas weekend but it never got published, likely because I got distracted and forgot to do anything with it. You’ll soon understand why that’s funny. In short, this isn’t how I get to live most of the time but it sure does explain a lot about how my brain works when I start to feel overwhelmed.

I planned to be in bed by about 10:30 or 11 Friday night. I have been especially tired lately and the rest sounded nice.

However, I was still cleaning in the kitchen at about 9:30 when I decided to make a pan of chocolate fudge. The recipe is incredibly easy and requires just a few minutes. As I poured it into a pan, it occurred to me that I had time to whip up a batch of chocolate chip cookies.

While I was waiting for those to bake, I decided to make little peanut butter sandwiches with Ritz crackers and dip them in chocolate. 

From here, the sink full of dirty dishes reminded me that I needed to do a load of towels. While waiting for those to finish washing, I got to thinking about my linen closet and what a perpetual mess it is. So I chose two shelves to unload, sort through and organize.

Turns out the problem is I own too many sets of sheets. That includes two sets of flannel sheets for winter and about nine sets of lightweight sheets for warmer weather. 

There’s only one bed in this house. 

To be fair, each set offers something different and they all match different comforters. This is important because I like to change the bedding with the seasons to keep things interesting. So I did the right thing and got rid of one set as well as a few other random small things.  Yep. One. I know I have issues.  No need to comment and tell me. 

Along the way, I found an old set of shower curtain rings that would look better than the ones I was using. So I swapped them out and bagged up the old ones to give away. Speaking of giving away, I had a stack of clothes in the closet that I wanted to move out the door so I grabbed them and put everything in a box. 

Then I moved the wet towels to the dryer, did the dishes and finally decided it was time to sleep. 

It was after 2 a.m. So much for calling it an early night.

What I describe here is a luxury afforded only on vacations and long weekends. It was kind of fun but I knew I would be wishing for a nap the next day and was glad that I don’t always live this way.