When You’re Not Sure

I’m not sure if any of you noticed, but I didn’t post last Friday. Yes, I know that bio-thingamajigger says I post on Mondays and Fridays as long as the coffee and chocolate doesn’t run out so I apologize if anyone started to worry about the availability of either item. The fact is, Friday was insane and today matches it. In fact, the next few weeks are all pretty much the same gig.

I’m just not sure how many plates I can keep spinning.

I hope you won’t all disappear while I try to figure that out, because that would make me sad. But my reality is that when you’re not sure how to cope, you have to pare everything down to what really matters. And right now, what matters most is not losing my freaking mind. Instead of blogging all my angsty-McAngsterish, I may take a breather and just try to you know, breathe for awhile.

I hope to see you on Friday. With my mind intact. And breathing in a nice and healthy way instead of into a paper bag.

Blessings to each of you…

Honeydew or Honey Don’t

I’ll admit I struggled a bit to come up with a title for today’s post because what I planned to write about seemed a bit, well, b-o-r-i-n-g and I have a certain level of un-boring to maintain around here. So I did what most sleep-deprived folks do, I googled the correct spelling and instead of finding a mere answer, I found a trove of information I didn’t know I was missing.

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Random Bits About My Crazy Train

It’s Friday and I’m uber busy getting reading for two major things I have happening this weekend for work. So, of course, I am procrastinating. Why is that? Am I the only one? Please tell me I’m not.

I seriously have a bucket-load of crap to get done before 4:15. And I just opened my cabinet and thought about which coffee cups I never use anymore and could donate to Good Will. What the eff brain? The only thing that stopped me was the realization I don’t have a box big enough to hold them all.

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My To-Do List Doesn’t Include Camping

I am in a tizzy. The kind of tizzy where I have to make lists and each list has a sub-list. And nowhere on any of those lists does the word “camping” appear. If you’ve followed my crazypants ride for long, you know I’m not a big fan of camping. I’ve written about it before. However, I’ve been thinking about camping, my lack of love for it, and my to-do list. It seems there are correlations.

My first camping trip was very early in my marriage – probably near my one or two year mark. And it wasn’t bad. In fact, I have primarily good memories from those trips where Mister Soandso and I would see how light we could pack for a weekend of camping. We even had a few “pack it in” camping trips and I enjoyed them. But camping today is shudder worthy for the most part. The difference? Aside from the 18 or 19 years that have taken their toll on my back and joints? Three children and a job that gets crazy pants busy during the traditional camping season.

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Dilbert Wouldn’t Appreciate My To-Do List

I have a “To-Do List” just like everybody else driven to create such a beast. I know there are folks who don’t use them and there was a time when I didn’t either. But I have one now. It typically lives inside my head where it screams obscenities and insults at me. And wouldn’t you know the nasty beast has a good vocabulary too?

Back in the days of my Life Without a To-Do List (it largely coincides with the Life Before Kids) I was rather dismissive of the folks with To-Do Lists. Why use a piece of paper when you could just remember everything you need to do? But now, I am totally not dismissive of anyone using a To-Do List–primarily because I am so dang submissive to my own.

My To-Do List rules my life.

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