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"Congrats Halle and Gabriel! I love crossing things off a list--running a clean, red line through, say, laundry. Well, my to-do list this weekend read like this: Laundry Food Shopping Clean Bathroom Pay cell phone bill (so annoying automated message stops calling me) Buy stamps Sort through baby clothes (make bag for needy) Buy new throw rug for living room Write blog (for Storked! and Man Needs Date) Write freelance article for Happenmag.com Get manicure Exercise (because my a*s is not okay) As you can see I wrote my blog(s). I did my laundry, but I didn&amp;#x27;t fold it. I bought baby food, but my fridge is empty, because JD didn&amp;#x27;t feel like shopping. Oh, and I filed my nails. Everything else got side-tracked when I decided to take JD to see the Easter Bunny at the mall. BTW, the Easter Bunny at Willowbrook mall is terrifying. I have no idea how JD braved the pink fiasco minus tears, but I&amp;#x27;m so proud of him. After the bunny we stopped by JD&amp;#x27;s Great Nanny&amp;#x27;s house. It was a beautiful afternoon--warm and sunny, so I decided to introduce JD to his park, that is, Zambrano&amp;#x27;s Park, dedicated to JD&amp;#x27;s Great-Great Uncle John who died in WW2. It&amp;#x27;s right across the street from Nan&amp;#x27;s house (and where the family&amp;#x27;s bakery used to be--now it&amp;#x27;s the Democrat Headquarters for West Paterson). Before long, Saturday afternoon turned into Saturday night and I found myself giving JD a bath, freaking out over the work I didn&amp;#x27;t write and the bathroom I didn&amp;#x27;t clean. Enter anxiety. Sunday was a bigger wash, because JD woke up at 4am (odd) for a bottle and then fell back asleep--until 9:40 am. It was amazing to sleep in, but it also set me back. I was giving JD his morning bath when he normally would have been napping and I would have been writing. Then God Father Carlo showed up out of nowhere (dude lives in Connecticut, remember) with &amp;quot;JD&amp;#x27;s St. Patty&amp;#x27;s gift!&amp;quot; Crap, I didn&amp;#x27;t get my son a &amp;quot;St. Patty&amp;#x27;s gift!&amp;quot; The bathroom is some-what clean because I swiped the whole-thing down with a couple Clorox wipes, but hardly wrote anything this weekend, and the clothes were not sorted, and the same old throw rug is burning my eyes as I look at it--it&amp;#x27;s got to go. Need more hours in day. Need more...Just as I was about to revert to I-can&amp;#x27;t-do-this-mode (which happens every so often) I downloaded pictures from this weekend and I can&amp;#x27;t help but think: Wow, I got so much done...well, the stuff that really, truly matters...I went to bed on Sunday night thinking, Don&amp;#x27;t Sweat The Small Stuff. In twenty years when you are showing Jack pictures from his first Easter, it won&amp;#x27;t matter that the socks weren&amp;#x27;t balled. But, I better pay my cell bill today. :) Happy St. Patty&amp;#x27;s Day, btw. Party safe! PS: I&amp;#x27;m playing double duty today!"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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