<p>I always have these big plans for my Sundays.
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<p>And one day I <span style="text-decoration:underline">will</span> get through my mother of all to do lists.
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<p>Because I have this goal is to get a real head start on my work week.
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<p>But instead I -
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<p>Attempt to clean the apartment, but it will never be spotless. <br />With three kids underfoot I can only be so ambitious.<em><br />
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<p>Remember to check the answering machine. Finally.<br />Listen to my cell phone voicemails – from weeks ago!
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<p>Respond to emails. Reduce my Outlook clutter.  Trash junk mail.<br />Write reviews, segment outlines and a pitch or two.
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<p>Pick up socks without a partner. Pack the laundry. <br />Change sheets and pillow cases and even put away shoes.
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<p>Stretch underneath the kids' beds to reach their bedtime books. <br />Find Nat's library books. See a half eaten banana. Ew.
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<p>Empty the fridge. Make a grocery list. <br />Declare this to be the week, I order out less and create more from scratch.
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<p>And then take the kids to the park – the zoo – for an ice cream cone.
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