Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Doing It All (I Don't!)
In my real life, I gulp my too hot tea too fast scalding myself while preparing the next meal someone will complain about, Cupcake pulling on my leg to be pick up and then set down as soon as she is up, someone in timeout, someone yelling, someone achieving temporary deafness to his or her mother's voice that has just requested something be done, or something be stopped. Meals ready with no one wanting to eat them, dishes piling up, laundry never done and wondering why my dryer is no longer drying things in one round and guilt for not hanging the load on my clothesline in the first place, but knowing I cannot do that without Cupcake running to play in the road as Sweetheart works to add in fence to keep the aforementioned child contained.
No one wants to do school, including the teacher, wondering if I will be able to harvest anything to sell this weekend, or if the weeds will completely overtake the universe, but still excited about the bigger than softball-heading to bowling ball-sized melons I spied amongst the weeds, thinking I should be canning something right now, but just not even willing to go there, wondering how I lost my dehydrator I desperately need this week, and thinking even the neighbors' offers of berries to pick is just one more thing to do instead of the amazing blessing it is.
I can't even seem to get over the neighbors' to get the milk today. Rejoicing that I am not the one needing to get it out of the cow and however did I do that for six months? Waiting on a phone call for the last few hours. (Hooray! The phone rang while typing this sentence!) Excited to have another neighbor coming by to buy some of my stuff for gifts. Hoping I can talk her into taking a few dozen zucchinis home with her teas and lotions. ;) Trying to get excited about making Lasagna with Zucchini Noodles for dinner, but thinking it just isn't going to happen today.
Wondering if I should publish or delete this really random post, but figuring this is real life and I hate blogs that make other peoples' lives always look perfect when I am sitting here barefoot because my shoes have chicken poop on them on the back porch. Maybe I should sit down with something-anything-to read for five minutes and sip some tea before the next mini-crisis begins.
So, how's your day?