This feeling come around every so often, usually with no real meaning, but today I really do feel like I'm on the verge of something. I'm hoping that I'm on the verge of a breakthough that will help me better manage my family and my life, but I could just as easily be on the verge of a breakdown. My life isn't hard by any means, but I just can't get it together...
We've been out of bread for 3 days. On a good day I bought bread ahead of time while it was on sale and froze it. All I have to do is go to the freezer in the garage and get it. I don't have to even get dressed or attempt to find mismatched socks for my kids. I just need to make my way ALL the way downstairs and pick one. Sounds easy, but I still haven't done it. I guess we'll be having peanut butter and jelly tortillas again...
I've decided that I really need an assistant, or at the very least a really pathetic friend that has nothing better to do than call me every hour to remind me about the bread and the smelly clothes in the washing machine. Of course no one wants to be that friend because then I'll get pissed at them for making me accountable and bossing me around, even though I asked them to. Welcome to my thought process- dizzy yet?
As much as I can't stand the super mommies I yearn to be in on the secret meetings that they must have at night to remind each other to bake fresh bread every day (only 12 grain of course!) in hopes that their overachieving ways would inspire me to make that long walk to the freezer. Maybe I'll even pick up some tips on making my house not look like I'm hiding some rabid monkeys that escaped from my science experiment gone wrong, but I doubt any of them will stick. For now I'll just speculate about the real reason that my neighbors seem to have a lot of guests over late at night- my money's on crack brownies and Passion Parties. ;)
Hopefully tomorrow I'll have good news about bread and breakthroughs!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Day 50- On The Verge
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Here is your reminder....GO GET THE BREAD FROM THE FREEZER. I love you. And, the kids didn't seem to mind the lack of bread when I was there...I'm just sayin...bread could be overrated when there's pizza and jello in the house.
EXCUSE ME!!! I was your assistant for the first nine months of Sweetie Pie and Little Man's lives; FULL TIME. Also I spend most of my non-working awake time with you now. I reminded you to get the bread out of the freezer and to change over the wash. I do dishes, I change diapers, I listen to Boo scream my name incessantly, I don't complain when you tell me to control my (YOUR) children in crowded stores, or bite them when they repeatedly put their grubby fingers in my mouth. I deserve a medal not just a title bump and a pay raise. What is the raise on free? Oh yeah, more than nothing which is my current pay.
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