Today is November 4th.
Today marks 21 days until Thanksgiving.
Today marks 21 days until Thanksgiving.
Today I am grateful for the strength to make the big decisions...
The little decisions, those are the killers.
I get menu anxiety.
The little decisions, those are the killers.
I get menu anxiety.
I'm pretty sure my sister coined the phrase, back when we were little kids and she would freeze up every time we went to a restaurant. I still have issues choosing what to eat given too many options. See also Fabric, and Thread, and Yarn, and Clothing.
And you'd think that my complete inability to make the little decisions in every day life (Cottonelle vs. Angel Soft? Pasta vs. Breakfast Dinner? Leftover Pizza for lunch or a Sandwhich?) would render me completely at a loss for the big decisions (what school should the kids attend? At which parish should we make our new home?)
But for some reason, I've been graced with a support network that needles me to make the big decisions in an...er...timely fashion and to stick to my guns.
And you'd think that my complete inability to make the little decisions in every day life (Cottonelle vs. Angel Soft? Pasta vs. Breakfast Dinner? Leftover Pizza for lunch or a Sandwhich?) would render me completely at a loss for the big decisions (what school should the kids attend? At which parish should we make our new home?)
But for some reason, I've been graced with a support network that needles me to make the big decisions in an...er...timely fashion and to stick to my guns.
Which helps me sleep at night...even when I'm second guessing the clothes I laid out for everyone for the next day...and whether I should have bought the dryer sheets that smelled like lemon instead of spring fresh...and whether I should have defrosted those pork chops instead of that hamburger for Tuesday's dinner...
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