Same Story, Different House

I...am tired.

Like, really, really tired.

What happened to the lazy, hazy days of summer?

It may be hazy, but there ain't no lazy happening here.

I blogged about the absolute tornado that May was,

but I was anticipating things would slow  up a bit in June.

Not so much.

This week it has been one thing, after another thing, after another.

Meaning, I am running to and fro,

my kids are hither and yon and my husband is just confused.

We pass each other in the hallways

and give a little nod of recognition.

Like..."Hey, you look familiar. We're in the same family, right?"

Not that I have any room to complain,

because it seems like everyone I talk to  is in the same boat.

We keep paddling away.

Hoping to reach the shore for a little respite,

but the more we paddle, the further the land is from view.

We just row harder and harder and harder.

Pack more things into the boat and pray it doesn't sink before we hit land.

It is June 16th, and I don't think I have cooked 

a meal where we all sat down together and ate since 

before the end of May.

That's sad.

I know there are some people who thrive on this kind of overdrive.

Who seem to have an unending source of energy, who have every minute

of their day planned.

Every minute, every hour, every week.

Somehow I missed getting that gene.

Which is kind of a rip off, because my mother is one of those busy's.

The ones who are thriving.

Basking in the chaos.

Taunting me with their status updates.

Bastards.

No...

I missed out big time.

I am the girl lying on the scorched pavement behind them.

Gasping for air and tattooed by the tire marks

they left as they drove over me,

Cooking Light casserole in one hand and scrapbook in another.

Were I not maimed by the hit and run, I would have time to notice 

that I forgot to feed my family, yet again.

That I left the vacuum sitting in the middle of the living room floor 4 days ago, and there are 3 newspapers sitting on my front porch.

That we can't close the hamper because it is so full,

and that I can't recall the last time it was actually not that way.

This is nuts.

This frenzied life we lead is a little nuts.

Burnout for me is certain at this continued pace.

This poor little introvert, who needs her downtime to function properly

(don't judge)

Is going to come off her hinges soon and it's not going

to be pretty.

I'm just warning you.

So...if you don't hear from me for a few days,

 send in help.

Preferably a housekeeper, a chef,

a secretary and a chauffer,

if I can be a teensy bit choosy.

Oh yes...a sommalier would be nice too.

Because it is going to take a village, people.

My husband would be so appreciative.

He's really getting tired of wearing my underwear out of necessity, 

and not fun :)

(I'm totally kidding! Oh boy...can't wait for the comments on this one!)


It's time the pendulum started swinging the other way.
They say everything is cyclical, and I am 
advocating for the cycle of slower, simpler times to come on back around.
I don't even need a whole lazy summer. A lazy hour would be blissful!


Who's with me?
Shall we stage a revolt?
Organize a movement to bust the busy-ness?
Hell no...
that's just one more thing to do.