Three.

Three.
That's how many errands I can handle per day. More than that, and I am frustrated AND I JUST WANT TO GET HOME.
Erands = getting in my car and doing something.
Errands = going to the bank, filling up with gas, buying groceries, stopping in at the post office, picking up a last minute gift/card, driving by a new listing to check it out, dropping off a load of items at the thrift store, taking recyclables/returnables to the depot, filling up with more gas ...

Some days it seems like I'm gone from the house for forever (like today) and all I did was visit dad and do 3 errands. SEVEN HOURS it took. It's like a job.

Three.
Three things I'm thankful for:

1. I actually DO have the time these days to spend seven hours for visiting and errands.
2. I picked up 20 boxes today. Let the decluttering continue.
3. All three boys are working. And have jobs that they don't hate.

Shalom,