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To Do, Or Not To Do?

I am a list maker.  

My mind is so scattered, it is the only way I can get things done.  I mean, I start one task, like cleaning the kitchen and while doing that, I

What was I saying?  Oh, yeah.  My friend says it is a common problem with women especially, because we carry a burdensome mental load.  Apparently I have a very small load capacity.  

My neighbor friend and I chatted after putting our kids on the bus this morning about how we needed to go in and get started on our lists, so I know I am not alone.

Here is a list I started for you.  You can fit two on a page in Word, in landscape, with minimal margins.  I hope you get lots done!


XOXO
Kristen

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