I hate mornings like this. Instead of eating breakfast and getting dressed like sane, rational children, my boys are playing some kind of crazy emergency-room-imminent game called Let's Slide-In-Our-Socks-While-Running-Into-Each-Other-And-Sustain-A-Concussion-Before-Breakfast. All I wanted to do was escape the noise for a minute and check my online bank statement...
For the record, yes, I *do* know the name of my high school, my high school mascot, and the street I grew up on. However, I *do not* know whether or not I used punctuation when originally typing in said information, and now I have been locked out of my account, and in addition to organizing my coupons, writing a grocery list, doing three loads of laundry, getting Sam on the bus, John off to preschool, and cleaning up the basement for the Chimney Sweep coming at noon, now I have to call the bank's call center and get my password issue sorted out.
I like to be busy, but this is ridiculous.
Plus, I'd like to be busy doing the things I want to be doing... writing my novel, going to have coffee with friends, volunteering at Sam's school, planning for the next Odyssey of the Mind meeting, writing a blog.
But it seems like no matter how much free time I get, it fills itself up with tedium.
I had a great idea for a scene in my book, but have had no time to write it yet. I've been trying to shuffle my time around lately, but the planets haven't aligned and everything else has taken priority. I feel like I need an entire weekend to get myself back on track, catch up, get myself re-organized and on something resembling a schedule, but we're going to be out of town for the next two weekends, so I'll most likely fall even further behind. And then the holidays will be upon us...
I have a feeling things won't be sane again until January. If they'll ever be sane again, period.
I understand why people with school-aged children get caught in the vortex of flying time. There is something going on all.the.time. I don't have time to breathe. I don't think anyone else I know has time to breathe either. I don't like life to be like this. I'm not a run-out-the-door-with-my-hair-on-fire-ready-to-take-on-the-world kind of person. I'd like my entire life to be a stretch of lazy days, lounging around the house in my pajamas, with nothing to do but read a good book. But that day isn't going to be today.
First, get the boys off to school. Then I have a phone call to make.