My TO DO list. Exicting! Jazz hands!!!

Make TO DO list, capitalizing 'to do' - in hopes that I take myself seriously. Write post (check! I'm multi-tasking!). Clean desk. Pay bills. Mail pictures. Find properties for client & take house shopping. Email/call four prospective clients (and professionally and wittily win them over). Have van towed. Have van's starter fixed. Sell van. Pay off sliver of debt. Cry. Sleep. Return phone calls from neglected friends. Buy milk. Save money and buy organic cow. Make chore chart. Make kids happily do stuff on chore chart. Buy stuff to bribe kids to happily do stuff on chore chart. Regain sanity. Try to stop Littlest from trying to be potty-trained (I know, I know!). Breathe. Write lengthy, heartfelt and scathing letter of complaint to Cox, asking them to give me free everything for a year. Make that 10 years, it was that bad. Organize tax stuff. Die. Switch the order of those last two. Finish buyer/seller packages. Try to sleep past 4am. Try to sleep past 5am. Try to sleep past 5:38am. Dispute crazy tax value & increase. Clean garage (this alone will take until Christmas). Find something that starts with "c" for Coco to take to preschool. Coffee cup (check!). Put pictures up in Gracie's room. Purge playroom. Find a different look for this blog. Repeatedly soak Littlest's mortally wounded toenail in epsom salt because somebody (sob, me) crashed into it with a door. Call IRS to confirm they don't intend to confiscate my firstborn. Arrange for winter grass. Send Holly, Mom and Candy thank you notes for minimizing my to-do list (uh, will this do?! Check!?!). Buy stuff for dinner guests on Saturday. Clean everything for dinner guests on Saturday. Tell dinner guests they shouldn't have come to a house with three kids and a frazzled mom if they expected a clean house and gourmet food. Design business website before December that hypnotizes clients into not living without my services. Get in shape. Paint garage sale dresser. Paint back patio. Paint bathroom. Paint face. Hire somebody to find maggot leaving ex-tenant and attempt to get paid on judgment. Make meal plans. Get rich and hire someone to make meal plans. And meals. Laundry, to the power of infinity. Get rich and hire someone to do laundry to the power of infinity. Organize girls' closet. Organize 10' mound of outgrown/too big clothes in garage into sizes and pack away. Hurry up and get pregnant before I change my mind because of all of the clothes. Figure out how to get different headphones to work in car. Stop yelling at kids in car whining about broken headphones. Selflessly free Justin up to study (series 7, financial planning license), complete with not cussing him out in my head. Order calendar magnets. Include new website address to force myself to finish it. Update calendar list. Get a new picture to put on calendar/cards for next year. Design new cards. Design new signs. Update Facebook. Teach Littlest letters. Find one Target receipt among 14,976 Target receipts to return something. Hound Justin to hound his boss to find out about requested days off. Visit my friend, Kathy's, new baby. Grovel because it took me this long. Clone myself. Get gorgeous family pictures taken. Find local dry cleaners. Decide if we're going camping. Be a great mom. Be a great wife. Love God more. Not be such a Stressy Sleepless McPanickson. Drink more water. Enjoy the moment. Be thankful. Not necessarily in that order.