Overwhelmed

I don't know why I do this to myself. I let things back up and get out of control and then I scramble to "fix" them. I'd feel so much better if I could just keep on top of things. I start to work on something and then get sidetracked. I wish I were more organized. It's frustrating to watch people who can look at something and just organize it. Too much stuff. Rowan's 5th birthday is in 7 days and I still don't know what to do. What's so hard about writing up a few invitations and deciding on a place and time? Beats the hell out of me I don't know why I'm so bloody incompetent. It'll all turn out fine in the end but a semi-clone would be mighty handy. Or Martha Stewart. Or just her brain. Any brain? If you've got a spare let me know. This is the "easy" thing to organize there are a zillion other things clamoring for my attention and here I sit at 1:00 a.m. blogging instead of doing any of them or sleeping. Sleep would be nice. I fell asleep on the couch and Al sent me to bed and I woke right up. I don't feel like I deserve to do anything fun until my "must do" list is taken care of.