It is 1:51 p.m., and I start to write here of all places, when I have a 3:00 p.m. deadline. I hate deadlines. All I really want to do is sit at the beach, feel the sand between my toes, and relax — and get paid for it. Because, why not?
In the middle of a hair pulling episode, I am taking a step back to just breathe. It is chaotic out there. Indeed.
In the great scheme of things, so many ideas are popping in and out of my head on a daily basis — so much that my dreams involve Dashboard reports, numbers scaling high. And then waking to a reality that is far from the truth.
Reality currently looks like a sink full of dishes and pots to clean, a laundry basket that is ye high, and clutter everywhere. Toys, lots of toys and mini cars that have caused my untimely fall more than once, and boxes. Yes, littles and their interest in boxes makes me want to cry.
Please, please… please don’t tell me I am awesome and I am a mom. I can do it.
I know I can.
🙂 I know…
But it isn’t always perfectly lined boxes and clean floors. It takes a lot of effort to maintain everything. As what my friend Paulie once said, “your energy is spread out.” Indeed, my energy is spread out like paint splatters on walls that simply refuse to come off.
Bah! Another thing to clean up.
Amidst Peppa Pig’s voice in the background, I suppose this is the way for me to zone out for a while and write what my brain wants to write. To breathe and let the brain do the work for a while on something creative.
Which reminds me, we have something in the works. Do stay tuned. 😉
