This is my back to school life:
Driving my kid around so much, as well as the occasional friend(s), that I need to paint my mommy van
yellow with black checkers.
Doing gobs of paperwork that I CAN'T stand.
Tenants breaking a lease and re-renting an apartment that was contracted to be rented until February.(First showing and it was a done deal. A personal record of 24 hours.)
Meeting with the president of the football league to try to do something about bullying problems with their players. I am co-founder of a parent based, anti-bullying group.
TONS of household chores that I do not want to do either.
Seeing another yard sale season go by with me not having the time to do one.
Seeing another warm season end when the chores to finish construction on our house were not fit in.
Various school functions and meetings
Soccer games and football games(this is pretty fun.)
Listening to how tired and stressed my husband is from having so much work.
Wondering when I will ever start exercising and get rid of this weight I've gained.
Stalling on scheduling doctor appts. I'm due for.
Switching clothes out for the cold weather and bumming over how many of them don't fit anymore.
Wishing for the zillionth time since Tim's diagnosis that we could spend our time doing what we WANT to do
instead of all the crap that we MUST.
Everyone says "live for today" and "seize the moment."
How in the world do you do that?
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3 comments:
Oh my goodness.....you've made me tired just reading all the stuff you NEED to do!! Take a few minutes for yourself.....sit with a cup of coffee.....and enjoy the day. Take a deep breath....and then.....get busy!! LOL
Oh I wish I could transport myself and be your assistant for a week or so to give you some relief!!! I remember juggling kids and husband and housework and all I can say is... you need a wife!
Seriously, have a family conference and ask for help in prioritizing the let the stuff that drops to the bottom of the list stay there for now... you can only eat an elephant one bite at a time!
I always say I need a wife. ;o)
And if I don't stop emotional eating, I'm gonna look like I ate an elephant!
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