Help me, somebody. Please.
I love my children. I really do. Love, love, love, love, LOVE them. Let’s get that on the record right now, for all time. They are wonderful people, and I am very proud of them.
I’m just not sure I need fourteen-plus days of Christmas break togetherness time with them.
I had all these grandiose plans about how I’d use this time. Ready for a laugh? Here goes:
• Paint their rooms (*SNORT!*);
• Clean and organize the closets;
• Read about 20 books on my TBR;
• Complete the normal number of pages on my WIP.
Ask me how much of this I’ve accomplished. Go ahead. Ask. Ask me how many books I’ve finished. Ask me how many words I’ve written. Ask me how many closets have been organized. No, wait. Don’t ask. I’ll tell you:
NONE.
That’s right. NONE.
I have no idea where the time has gone, or what I’ve done with it. All I know is that I feel like I’ve regressed to those newborn days, when survival is the only thing on your mind and you look around at, say, two p.m. to discover you haven’t even showered yet.
The end seems to be in sight, thank goodness, and I can hold on a little while longer.
I just pray that Monday isn’t a snow day.
Anyone else out there getting a little, ah, frazzled?
Sorry, no help here. Although I have no kids to such my time and brain cells, I can certainly empathize with that feeling of insanity. In the past month, as I’ve been hit with deadlines and a bunch of crazy real life situations, I’ve found myself mentally wandering in a circle with my thumb in my mouth. I’ve decided to just embrace my inner two-year-old.
I hope next week proves to be better!
by Farrah Rochon January 4th, 2008 at 4:01 pmAh, the memories. I have to congratulate you, though. After fourteen days you still sound moderately sane. We had all four of our grandkids here for four hours last week to play in the snow. FOUR HOURS! My husband and I were exhausted by the time their parents took them home. You’d think I could keep up with a six year old, three and a half year old, 22 month old and 15 month old, but four hours of sledding with them AND our two grown kids and their spouses just about did us in. At least I managed to get lunch on the table before collapsing!
by Kate Douglas January 4th, 2008 at 4:27 pmI feel your pain! So much that I put my little kids in day care three days this week so I could get some writing and errands done. Fortunately, their school offered the program
But I am definitely looking forward to Monday because I haven’t gotten a fraction of the writing done I planned to. (And I do love my kids, I really, really do!)
by Allison Brennan January 4th, 2008 at 4:27 pmFarrah, I know this is so WRONG, but I’m glad I’m not the only one who walks around like that sometimes.
Kate, you get special extra credit for dealing with a) snow; and b) so many young children at once. Brava!
Allison, that was smart to put the kids in day care. If I’d been thinking, I’d've hired a babysitter for a couple hours here and there. I’m looking forward to Monday and praying that it doesn’t take me TOO long to get back in the writing groove.
by ann January 4th, 2008 at 4:36 pm