I really should be working right now. On something. My To Do list is disgusted with me. I think I can actually hear it laughing when I pick it up and look at it. "Right . . . like you're actually going to accomplish one of these tasks today? What makes today so different than the last twelve times you picked me up?" Stupid list.
The problem is that like most of my life, these things I want to do are pretty inconsequential in the grand scheme of living. I mean, does anyone but me really care if all the clothes waiting for the next child are in the properly marked tote? Has anyone actually been in my office closet lately to see that my gradually growing gift stash isn't separated into bags marked with which person they're for? Yet I'm stressing out because I can't keep my mind or my body in one place long enough to accomplish anything!!! Aaarrrggggghhhh!
I think probably the worst part is that I don't have 8 other moms around me to feel my pain and sympathize with me anymore. I feel so validated when I'm not the only complainer! I guess in this little kingdom which is my home I will have to fight many small battles often, rather than trying to conquer all the invaders at once. Laundry room today, alphabetized spice rack tomorrow . . .
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