The only time I ever managed well was tomorrow.

Because tomorrow was always better than today.

I’ve lost count of all the new leaves I turned over tomorrow.

Tomorrow I didn’t get distracted by social media, and I finally started that diet.

If you didn’t get my phone call or see my text, it’s probably because I sent it tomorrow.

I accomplished more tomorrow than most people accomplish in a week.

I ran a hundred errands, weeded the flower beds, and went for a dental check up all in one day…tomorrow.

While I was out tomorrow, I took those sacks of clothes to Good Will and mailed a few letters.

My house was clean tomorrow.

You haven’t see my room tidied? You should have come by tomorrow. It was spotless then.

My inbox and my complexion were both clear tomorrow.

I showered and put on make up, and, of course, tomorrow I ran ahead of schedule.

Tomorrow I updated my hairstyle, shaped my eyebrows, and started using wrinkle cream (because the best cure is prevention, am I right?).

Tomorrow was the day when everything went according to plan.

Guess what else? All those books I started reading yesterday, I finished them all tomorrow!

Tomorrow I scheduled our flu shots.

I made dinner for the family tomorrow instead of ordering pizza.

Tomorrow I turned in my overdue library books, and I sewed a button on those pants draped over the bar in my closet.

I didn’t yell at a single kid while trying to get them ready for school on time tomorrow!

I planned wholesome, engaging activities. And no one wanted to play on an iPad tomorrow because I was such a great mom.

I’m not trying to brag, but tomorrow I memorized the entire book of Romans, I put on work out clothes AND ACTUALLY WORKED OUT, and my kids didn’t take their socks off and leave them by the couch.

Tomorrow I was the best version of myself.

I started investing in a retirement account tomorrow.

But at this point, it doesn’t look like I’ll be able to retire until the day after tomorrow.

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