At odds
What I want to do tonight: Organize my craft room, make bulletin boards out of picture frames to replace the big eyesore of an empty inspiration board that currently takes up wall of said craft room, cuddle with the boy and the dog, read “The Kennedys,” journal, and drift off to sleep around 11 p.m.
What I’ll probably end up doing tonight instead: Spend 2 hours cooking a pizza that involves caramelized onions and roasted garlic, kill myself for 40 minutes working out to Jillian Michaels, lay on the ground groaning for 15 minutes after said workout, eat the pizza, read wedding blogs until 1 in the morning and unwisely go to sleep at 1:30.
I need some priorities.
