Well my husband has a job. It's a goody for a good company with good people. So he got some good clothes and we are all being good trying to support him so he is really good at his job. Good grief, I'm tired. It's only been two days and I am already starting to feel stressed. Uh oh! This is no good. We were on vacation last week and that was very very good. But that was then and this is now. Now is no fun. I feel like I have a million little things to do and all those things have a million little pieces to them. And just about the time I am going to feel good about doing something, I remember something else I wanted to do. So I know I have to scale back. (Better than getting back on the scale...oh don't get me started on the scale...) So I look at all my little pieces and I try to figure out which direction to go in and just about the time I think I know which direction I should go in something else seems like a better idea. It should be a good problem to have to have so many choices and so many things to juggle or irons on the fire or plates to spin (see? I even have too many metaphors to choose from). It is better than being micro-managed or without anything to do, but the weight of it is staggering. It's scary to be burned out before the school year even starts. So, please forgive me if I am not blogging much. I am spending some time on the dry vacuous left side of my brain trying to get my house in order and my ducks in a row. Trust me, you aren't missing much. If I were tell you what's really on my mind it would be, "4:30 is a terrible time of day to commute but the choir I really want the kids to attend is in Piedmont, how do I know if kodaly is really a better method than solfege and why didn't I force them to take piano lessons?" "I have all this storage space but I'm not using it very well, maybe if I find somewhere to put the paintings then I can move the toys into the hall closet" or the ever fascinating "I still have not bought camcorder tapes to capture all this adorable stuff the baby is doing and when he grows up he will think I did not love him because I have so much less footage of him than I did for the other kids". (That last one comes with the nagging reminder that I have digital pictures to share and print). So, while all these widgets are cornering me, I faintly hear the things I want to do creatively say "What about your CALLING, what about your ART?" To which I have to say, take a number. I have widgets to wrestle. So if I am too pinned down to pen anything down at the moment I hope you'll understand, it's hard to do anything when you're being laid on.
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