Is that an old country song? Wow, I really need to stop the world right now. I don’t know if it’s peri-menopause or if I’m just going gaga in my old age, but I just can’t seem to get a handle on things right now. Here I’ve had a week with mornings to work on course prep while Emma’s had this class, and I’m having the hardest time focusing. I used to be such an efficient person.
The house is still a wreck from unpacking all the shells, rocks, driftwood, etc. from our vacation. There seem to be lots of little things I’m supposed to handle that I forget or that take up an inordinate amount of time. After 50 million emails back and forth with Delonghi Customer Service (non-service would be more accurate) I have finally mailed off the espresso maker to a service center near Detroit late this afternoon. That removed one large box from the kitchen table, but it seems like the minute I remove an item, another family member puts something new on that very surface. Aack!!
I have a good friend who has asked to have a birthday party at our house. Of course I said yes –what else could I say? But I don’t want to do this. She means to have this party on our “grounds”, but of course people will need to be in the house sometimes. So not only do we have to have the pool cleaned, lawn mowed, weeds wacked, but also all the crap in the kitchen, living room, and on the stairs “to go up” cleaned up as well. Really, I’m having trouble just keeping up with things like laundry and vacuuming.
Myself, I’m rather a minimalist. When I lived by myself, I simply didn’t have much stuff. If I hadn’t used it in a while, I pitched it. Can’t say I ever missed anything I’d pitched. Then I married an amazing pack-rat, and we had a daughter who takes after her father. My house is stuffed with stuff that isn’t mine, but is somehow strung out all over the place. I feel like I keep bundling things into their space (her room, his office) and somehow it crawls back out.
Sometimes I seem to be able to handle this, but this is not one of those weeks. What I wish right now is that time could stop, and I could be alone for a few days to get everything in the house straightened up. Maybe even enough time to sit down in a clean, calm, house and string some beads together. Or maybe just re-string the neurons in my head. Assuming they’re still there.