What's That Smell

  That smell my friends, that smell is the smell of a tired woman who desperately needs a bottle of wine and definitely a shower. I am trying to recall if I even put on deodorant this morning as I was chasing the Space Invader out the door, late as usual.
Flash back to Sunday, there I am making cheese from scratch for lasagna, while cleaning, and putting together the mass amounts of "things" for the wedding. Just when I feel a little accomplished, I remind myself of the list 100 items long of unfinished wedding crafts and other "to do's" OR I run out of something requiring yet another trip to Wal Mart or Michaels. Flash forward from Sunday to last night, the Sarg is sawing logs in his chair while the little one's eye lids are barely open, and there I am busily measuring yards and yards of lace I will sew into table runners.

Now I lay me down to rest

The office full of wedding mess
And if I die before I wake

That's one less center piece I have to make