Busy Signal

So...

I haven't blogged in awhile.  A long while.

I took the summer off.

Had good intentions, but summer got in the way.

Well...vacations, driving children, camps, pool time etc.

And then came August. And September.

And...what the hell!!

One kid in high school, one in middle school,

one "part time" gig that kind of took over,

a husband running for county office,

a house on the market

and...

I am being punished for my summer of fun.

SO here I sit with nothing of importance on my mind

except that I am tired.

And sniffly (allergies...baaaad allergies)

I am not trying to wear my worn out like a badge of honor,

because, frankly, we are all that way.

We are all tired,

We are all a little bit sick, or stuffy.

We are all frazzled and wondering why we do this to ourselves

yet have no idea how to stop.

It is the norm.

And I don't think it it going to get better in our lifetime.

Our kids don't know any different, so maybe we are just that 

in between generation.

The generation who is still looking around ourselves like

"what happened?"

The generation who grew up without cell phones, computers and

call waiting and answering machines.

If you called and got a busy signal, you had to waaaaaiiiitttt

to call back and hope they were still home when you did.

Remember that feeling when you kept dialing and getting that annoying busy tone? Agonizing!

We are the confused and teensy bit resentful crew.

The ones who love the convenience of our "time saving" devices,

but who can't understand why our children have no patience or ability to plan and think ahead more than 15 minutes.

When have they ever had to? 

When has everything not been right at their little fingertips and happening in real time?

In high school, we actually had to make a plan at the school for weekend activities...when we actually saw our friends face to face because we would have to call their house after school, and unless they had a teen line, chances were that we weren't getting through.

Or we drove around on the weekend until we found someone out doing the same thing we were...sometimes that took hours. 

But we were perfectly content to hang in there and wait in case

something came up.

 So do we give it up and quit complaining about this frenzied

life pace. Keep up the race pace and just hope we don't puke right before the finish line,

or do we try to buck the trend and slow it way down.

There just are not enough hours in the day to do everything we have to do, let alone everything we want to do,

so why try?

Just do what we can and the rest be damned.

Yep...I feel like doing that every day.

Will it ever happen?

Not a chance.