Some days seem busier than other days.  I figured this out.

They seem busier, and fuller…. because they ARE!

There are times when the old schedule gets to be a little crazy-go-nuts.  And when a few of these days start to string together in a whole row…. all I have to say about that is ….

shhooooooooo-wwwweeeeeeeeeeee.

The other thing I have to say about that is…

it is probably best that I am not the  president of corporation… or prime minister of some foreign country.  That could be big trouble for ALL of the underlings. And the minions.

Heck, it is probably good that I am not even the leader of a girl scout troop.

Some people have a knack for all of that.  They can throw five balls up in the air, and juggle them flawlessly.

But not me.  I am not a leader, a motivator, a designator, or a juggler.

Oh wait.  Holy crap.  I am a pretty good juggler… but in the literal sense.

Okay, back to the multi-tasking, leadership, manager, deal.  I just don’t have it in my pickle jar.

I seem to be the brass tacks kind of gal.  I roll up my sleeves and get it done myself.  And as long as I can get it done, one thing at a time… I am good as gold.  But we of little brains have limits.  And when I reach those limits… again…. I tell you…  it is like the Golden Carriage at midnight.

Yes.  I too explode and turn back into a pumpkin.

So.  There you have it.  I have shared yet another highly personal detail about myself to you.. my dear and close 538 friends on Facebook… many of you whom I know so little about.

I may never know if you are a white horse… or a little white mouse… when the clock strikes 12.

No matter… if you are a princess, a pee-on, a fool, or a czar…. it takes all of us to watch the clock go round.