If I could describe myself for the past few months, I’d say that I feel like I’ve been walking around like that kid Pig Pen in Charlie Brown. Except that, instead of a cloud of filth (or maybe, in addition to a cloud of filth), I have a haze of all the things I need to do but don’t have time for.
And if you even suggest that I add a crumb of anything to my plate (my figurative plate, I mean. There’s always room for more snacks) my eyes sort of glaze over and panic rises in my throat.
Clean? Organize? Exercise? I simply DO NOT HAVE TIME! Can’t you see I’m drowning in exhaustion and children!? THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH HOURS IN THE DAY!
But if you need me to spend five hours by the pool?
Done.
