Sometimes life is just complicated with lots of small things.
1- The first adrenaline rush of school starting is over and the children start to murmur.
2- The new fall schedule is being implemented but hasn’t become routine yet.
3- Serious negotiations are necessary to convince the five year old to receive a flu shot (she got two suckers, one popsicle, and much praise.)
Other times life is complicated with larger things.
1- Apples are ready to be turned into delicious applesauce when there are thirty-seven other tasks to accomplish. And yet, like a fool, I purchase sixty pounds of apples anyway. What was I thinking?
2- Every single one of my friends is bound and determined to have their life fall apart at the same time: people going into labor early, other people in the hospital, still other people going through family crises. (And of course, I’m egocentric enough that I believe I am the only person who could possibly help, so I take on too much, worry too often, stress too easily.)
3 And as the “piece de resistance” the oldest daughter decides to throw up in the car on one of our countless errands. (On the plus side, because she’s no novice at the upchucking, she managed to get all the vomit in a bowl. Sometimes you win a few victories.)
Yep. No doubt about it, life is complicated.
To cope, I’ve been watching far too much television (hello 202 episodes of X-files on Netflix, where have you been all my life?), I’ve been reading far into the night (when I should have been sleeping), and I’ve strayed from the path of “healthy” food (the grocery store had Pringles on sale and I lost all control.)
But today is Monday, a day of fresh starts and turning over new leaves and getting back on track. I’m rededicated, refocused, and recommitted.
I’m also, apparently, hellbent on listing things in three’s. That’s what happens when you are bulked up on carbohydrates, become sleep deprived, and watch too much David Duchovny. (Dangit! Must! Stop!)
Anyway, I’m re-adjusting my sails, navigating a new course, and steering for clear waters. (I’m just embracing it now.)
What’s up with your life, gentle reader? Anything you care to comment on? (Preferably in three’s of course.) Go ahead, share away.
My life isn’t happening in three’s it’s happening in twelves or more and I’ve decided to look at it as a comedy of errors. This way I don’t land on your list of friends having a crises! But I must say I dare not try to write in lists of twelves, it could be terrible.
I can relate to the purchasing of fruit and not really having time to deal with it. Maybe you could have the kids help make several apple cobblers to take to the families in crises to share your love, thereby reducing your time taken to make applesauce. I’m sure you’d still make applesauce but not as much. And if you don’t yet have FHE planned, there you go! I did this with an abundance of peaches I had planned to juice and freeze into cubes but ran out of time. And of course we made a couple cobblers for us to devour as well! YUM!
I love lists and also parentheses, so this is perfect, of course! Sounds like you’ve got a lot going on, but a little humor and some downtime via Netflix is good to help you through that.