I've Never Been So Happy That Soccer Practice Was Cancelled
I love my son. I love that he loves to play soccer. And I love that it keeps him busy. Entertained. And exercised. What I hate is being so busy my head hurts constantly and the world keeps turning in circles why I try to stay balanced. Right now, that about sums up my life in a nutshell.
Working like a madwoman with no children in sight (and yes, my children are being tended for. Just by a mom who is ready to fall from exhaustion). Spending every waking moment fixing work issues, answering emails, and living my life in front of a laptop doing stuff that people tend to think is glamorous. But is really more like work. Like answering emails. Making phone calls. Making shit up and sending it off to be used for "lessons." And generally, making a living doing a lot of nonsense. But it looks fun and exciting on paper.
Oh and trying to survive mothering a 7 month old and a 5 year old. Yep, surviving. My son has a bad ear infection. Chest infection (read: pneumonia) and my husband and I are hankering (yes I just typed that word) with a sinus/cold/chest thing as well. Sleep? Doesn't exist in my realm right now. If it isn't a kid crying out in the middle of the night, it's a work call that runs past midnight, or my husband's cough, or my own nagging snot drizzle.
I'm thinking it is a can't win situation right now. One of those Roll With the Punches type situations. Ones where you don't hope for anything--just keep rolling. And I plan on rolling as long and as far as possible from this state of affairs. It isn't a glimmer of shininess, that is for sure. And it's doing nothing for writing inspiration. I'm not the type that thrives on doom and gloom to write. I need space, light, clearing, and a helluva a lot of humor. Right now, I think laughter might sprout a coughing fit. Which (cough, cough), I might as well take advantage of my house being quiet and peaceful (both kids are asleep) and take a little nap myself. This chance might only last a few moments.
Working like a madwoman with no children in sight (and yes, my children are being tended for. Just by a mom who is ready to fall from exhaustion). Spending every waking moment fixing work issues, answering emails, and living my life in front of a laptop doing stuff that people tend to think is glamorous. But is really more like work. Like answering emails. Making phone calls. Making shit up and sending it off to be used for "lessons." And generally, making a living doing a lot of nonsense. But it looks fun and exciting on paper.
Oh and trying to survive mothering a 7 month old and a 5 year old. Yep, surviving. My son has a bad ear infection. Chest infection (read: pneumonia) and my husband and I are hankering (yes I just typed that word) with a sinus/cold/chest thing as well. Sleep? Doesn't exist in my realm right now. If it isn't a kid crying out in the middle of the night, it's a work call that runs past midnight, or my husband's cough, or my own nagging snot drizzle.
I'm thinking it is a can't win situation right now. One of those Roll With the Punches type situations. Ones where you don't hope for anything--just keep rolling. And I plan on rolling as long and as far as possible from this state of affairs. It isn't a glimmer of shininess, that is for sure. And it's doing nothing for writing inspiration. I'm not the type that thrives on doom and gloom to write. I need space, light, clearing, and a helluva a lot of humor. Right now, I think laughter might sprout a coughing fit. Which (cough, cough), I might as well take advantage of my house being quiet and peaceful (both kids are asleep) and take a little nap myself. This chance might only last a few moments.
