Did I mention that I'm also trying to dye my hair at home while I'm at it? Because I can't seem to find the time to make or keep an appointment? The timer is set: 25 minutes of “free” time while my brown hair gets browner to catch up on Twitter, Facebook and blog posts. And maybe reheat that coffee.
From mid-March to mid-May, we celebrate four family birthdays, including both boys, my husband and my sister, not to mention a few friends (who probably will only get a note on their Facebook wall, if they're lucky).
Last week, my husband had a three-day business trip to New York City morph into four due to travel delays as I stayed home with the boys on my own, failing miserably on a self-imposed ban of TV for Turn off the TV week (we lasted a day. A girl has to shower sometimes). And I somehow allowed myself to say yes to two book editings for friends.
Oh, and this week we close on our first house. Exciting, but it throws in two or three more meetings to attend, second copies of paperwork to sign, walk-throughs to schedule and, oh yeah, don't we have to pack?
The weekend we move is Mother's Day, two days later is my husband's birthday, and then, the following weekend, we're expecting our first house guests (though, granted, it is family who are coming to help) but there are still menus to plan and sheets to wash.
Oh, and did I mention my youngest has two teeth coming in and both boys are sick? Which means as I write this I have a unique blend of snot and drool decorating both shoulders in a Jackson Pollock-esque design. Sigh.
I'm stressed. And somehow, even when unexpected things happen like illness and delays, I still try to do it all.
And miserably fail.
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