I Know Its Only Tuesday…but it Feels Like A Week Of Mondays

Today was, quite simply put, a mess.  I managed to walk the dog and go to the gym before getting a call from the school asking me to come in and bring Boo some painkiller for his tooth. I took one look at him, and brought him home – he looked miserable. And when the sobbing started, I mad-dialed the dentist, and begged for them to see him. Lucky for me, they had a cancellation. In 30 minutes. The drive to the dentist is 45.

Nothing like driving in desperation to make the anxiety meter creep up just a little bit.

Actually, you could chalk up the past week to the same. I’ve been, in general, more anxious than normal **do NOT comment**  *glares* and  I can’t seem to get anything done.

I have no focus.

I’m stressed out about finding a new house to rent in a few months time. I’m stressed out seeing my little guy in such pain. (His abscessed tooth, which I thought was taken care of, has reared its ugly little head.)  I’m supposed to be learning lines for my panto (and that’s another post entirely). Let’s just say for now, it’s not going so well. And by the end of the day, as I climb into bed, I realize that I still didn’t get to post here. I was blogless again for the day. And that was something at the top of my to-do list. (I need to unload some of the stuff floating around my head.)

Seriously, where does all my time go? Why can’t I stay focused?  *ooh, shiny thing*

Another mum said to me yesterday “we think we have so much free time while the kids are in school that sometimes it takes us longer to get started, because we think we have loads of time left.” I think she may be on to something. I have the best of intentions…and then, suddenly, it is 3pm, and I’m running around trying to find my car keys so I can pick up the kids from school.

For now, I think I’ll go make one last cup of tea…and a NEW to-do list. A short one. Because tomorrow I have to suck it up and take Boo back to the dentist. Again. And I know I’ll come back completely drained. And the pup will be staring at me, with the “takemeforawalkorI’lleatyourkitchenchairs” look on her face. As she sits on my still unmopped floor. Under my load of ironing. Which is hiding my laptop.

Wish me luck.

Comments

  1. Jenn, if I could hug you and help I would in a second. Good luck. Once you get started you’ll find your focus (from one procrastinator to another).

  2. I wish I had a real answer for you…all I can tell you is that I feel the same way. I never ever ever seem to get the stuff done on my to do list.

    Hang in there!

  3. Seriously, good luck.

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