I’m in a state of panic. Totally NOT where I want to be at the moment.

As I have mentioned, I’m going back to work.  Now, honestly, I’ve always been a “working mom” but the difference now is that I will be reentering the 9-5 sit in an office and act like a big girl around your co-workers kind of job.

For the past year and a half I have been an independent contractor working more project to project then continuously.  Some months were furiously busy.  Some were aggravatingly slow.  The perk was that I set my own daily schedule.

But all that is about to change, which is why I am in a panic.  Not because I am dreading it…. OH NO!  It is because I decided that I would spend my last week “getting organized.”

Getting organized to ME means cleaning up the house, making sure the laundry is done and having a family plan in place for the next week when I begin my new job.

Apparently, “getting organized” to my husband means pulling everything out of EVERY closet and then systematically putting it all back neatly in place.  I call that spring cleaning. NOT exactly what I had in mind.

He is obsessed… read more here…