I used to think I was all that, multi-tasking like a fiend. Yesiree, I could accomplish more in a sitting than the average bear could in three. Watch me go, wheeeeeee.
Now… I think all I was doing was a bunch of things haphazardly. Oh, sure. I was fully capable of running a board, reading a newscast, and giving myself a manicure, all at the same time. This, while making a pediatric appointment for my daughter during stolen moments. But really…were the nails worth the risk? If all hell broke loose, was I at the top of my game?
Truth is, like a lot of parents, I had to do six things at once. The alternative was to admit that I can’t have it all. Perish the thought. Along with that, comes admitting that someone is being shortchanged…namely my progeny. Double perish.
All of which is my “you buried the lead” way of saying I find it difficult to earn a living and do anything else. Like laundry. Or meal-making. Or emailing dear friends. Or, obviously, blogging. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I admit I am powerless over my daily life.
Further complicating matters, I had a daughter to pack off to school. A son to fete as he turned 27. A couple of recalcitrant bones to slow me down. That Damned Leg. Sounds sort of like a late 70s/early 80s sitcom, does it not? No one told me my leg wasn’t going to work correctly 3.5 months after the break. Okay, I lied. My orthopedic surgeon told me it would take a year and a half to heal and “it may never be totally normal again.” I just like the rhythm and sound of “No one told me…”
Oh, hell. Gotta go. The dog just barfed on the rug. AND HE ISN’T EVEN EATING IT!! Which means I’ll have to clean it.
ps: How ’bout that Sarah Palin, huh? Life just gets more amusing by the minute…
pps: Please forgive any typos or glitches. Proof reading means no post today, and we don’t want that now, do we?