This is my third attempt at writing this post. The first one I deleted accidentally, the second one was too whiny and self-serving. So here I go again; Round Three.
I want to start by saying how frustrating it is for me, personally, not being able to post daily as I did for most of the summer. I am exceedingly grateful to all of you who follow me and comment and have stuck with me through thick (this summer) and thin (the present).
So I no longer work full time but cannot find the time or energy to post daily. What I neglected to account for was the full tilt schedule our family runs on September through November. There is football, soccer, swimming lessons and hockey. I am also running a bit of a home-based business. So between that and the kids' extra-curricular activities, every evening and weekend are currently spoken for.
At times I'll start writing a post in my head and then abandon it because I either don't have the energy and/or the time to get it down 'on paper'. For instance, I took part in a Bridal Show this weekend and that would've provided some great material but now, it's gone, lost in the abyss of the twenty million things I have running through my mind at any given moment.
Yesterday was my day off from my part-time gig. You know the one where I wear my uniform, stand for the entire shift and negotiate the strange and mysterious workings of the 24 Hour Clock. That job, turns out, while easy-peasy brain-wise, is beginning to wreak havoc on me physically. Sore feet, sore legs, sore hips...no fun. Then to top it all off, my first day off, Sunday, I spent at the Bridal Show, also on my feet, in heels, assaulting women with jewelry. That did not help the sore-ness factor.
And yesterday, my second day off, was spent trying to save our home from being featured on an upcoming episode of Hoarders. So now my back, neck and shoulders hurt too. I am not a neat-freak. I may have mild Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) but trust me, this house needed cleaning. I was merely trying to achieve a state of cleanliness that would allow me to walk barefoot in my home comfortably and enter a bathroom without gagging. No search for perfection here, just livability.
I know I'm not alone. I know there are a number of you who are in the same boat. Running from one day to the next; eating standing up if you're eating at all, washing floors when you'd much rather be either playing with your kids or napping. Or maybe even eating a warm meal while seated...
I've heard it's possible. Sometime after your youngest child moves out and the oldest one moves back in.
For the time being, I'll settle for the fact I got to watch a full episode of Ellen this morning and the shared memory of my daughter and I, both belly up to the counter last night (I've taught her well), eating freshly baked (by her) peanut butter chocolate chips cookies. Not speaking but instead standing side by side staring out the window basking in the perfect combination of cookies and milk. It was a mere five minutes that made the day a little more bearable.
And today's measure of bear-ability will be somewhat improved upon knowing I got a small piece of the day to write. For me. And for you, but mostly for me.
Hopefully it was worth the wait.