The last month I've felt insanely busy and like I'm not accomplishing anything at the same time. It's a weird dichotomoy, one I can't quite wrap my mind around.
There are an endless supply of household chores to do or boxes to pack or cleaning out closets or cleaning up messes or house repairs calling my name. The kids constantly want something or need juice or want me to play with them or have hurt themselves and need a cuddle and kiss. Work is just getting busier in the coming months. And in between there are builders to call and quotes to compare and bankers to question and choices to make. Tons and tons of choices to make.
Yet it seems that I'm doing nothing. We're slowly getting things crossed off both the "selling the house" and "building the house" lists, but my internal housebuilding clock (yes, it's there already) says we're running late, and we keep having to cut crap out to afford the payments. I'm not advancing my career (because the efforts of the part-time don't count). I don't have any new hobbies. No vacations planned. No realization of life goals on the horizon.
It's annoying.
Things will probably loosen up once we get the new house built, but that's another 6 + months out. Which leaves a gaping chasm of time in which I'm still going to have this feeling that makes my eyelids itch. It seems that the easiest thing to spice things up would be to schedule a vacation. So maybe I'll do that.
In other news, in anticipation of her upcoming birthday, the Little Miss has donned the mantle of a "terrible two" and is all of a sudden opinionated, stubborn, defiant, pouty and generally hard to get along with. She has, however perfected a fist-bump, high five combo secret greeting with her brother that is absolutely adorable. We've decided that we'll still keep her for now.
I have been wondering - how long do you think until the fist bump makes it to the list of developmental milestones? Maybe if Obama is elected?
Saturday, July 19, 2008
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