It's a perfect summer day. I should be sitting outside by the pool, reading and relaxing and soaking it all in, right? The kids are away, I've had a busy week, a few peaceful moments would do me good. Mission impossible.
The problem started percolating last night, when I decided that I absolutely had to clean out the medicine cabinet. I stopped halfway through to write the blog, though, and then it was late and I fell into bed. The bathroom floor is still littered with fluffed out q-tips and stinky self-tanner and samples of magic wrinkle creams.
When I wake up this morning the wheels are turning a mile a minute, just like son L's erstwhile gerbil, Dude, on his little gerbil treadmill. I check my e-mail and see that there's a question from a friend about my treadmill! Right, I've got to run... Hold that thought. I go to the basement to check out the treadmill and while I'm there I make a mental note to clean the rug because one of the dogs has peed on it and oh yeah, I need to give them their heartworm pills! Back upstairs to respond to the e-mail, yet I spy my empty coffee mug sitting in the coffee maker. That's right, the coffee maker needed water, but when I opened the fridge to get out the pitcher it reminded me of the subject D suggested for my blog a few days ago: would you please buy some eggs? I haven't been too organized these past few days, what with writing this blog and going on Facebook and all. Maybe that's why I'm so crazy today. Anyway, I'd gone in search of paper to write down a few blog ideas (and to make a grocery list) and had abandoned the mug. As if I'm really in need of caffeine.
So now I open the fridge for the second time in search of water and I remember that it's Saturday and that I really want to go to the farmers market, which reminds me that I need to check my garden for ripe veggies. Can veggies be ripe or only fruit? Food for thought. And thinking about the garden reminds me that D and I need to schedule a time (that's just so sad) to sit in the pretty chairs down there and drink wine. Hasn't happened in the two years we've owned them. And then I recall that D actually asked me to come sit with him by the pool, which I think is a very sweet invitation, so I head out there, but after two or three minutes I jump up because I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! My mind may be swimming but my body can't. None of that for me. There's too much to do!
I head back to my office and notice daughter A's soon-to-be overdue tuition bill, so I grab the checkbook and look for a pen and holy shit, I must have 195 pens in my desk drawer, where did they all come from, I really only like the free ones that I get at the orthodontist's office, so I start cleaning out the drawer and I come across stationery, which reminds me that I need to send off a care package to daughter H at camp. I go into my closet to grab the little bag of goodies I've gathered for her (it's a drag that she's not allowed to get food, what kind of godforsaken place have we sent her to?) and I start to fret about the fact that I have to pack soon for vacation and nothing really fits because I haven't been running and I haven't organized my closet yet for summer, so I spend 10 minutes putting summer shirts and scarves here, winter sweaters and pants there, but for god's sake it's almost the middle of August, why bother? And oh yeah, I need to try on the clothes that arrived from J. Crew the other day. I like ordering online but I hate, hate, hate trying the stuff on. In fact, I hate it so much that I decide that's one task I can actually skip right now. Phew!
I put away the clean laundry and come across my very favorite t-shirt in the whole wide world, the one that says Everyone Loves a Ding Dong (a Ding Dong is like a Ring Ding). Daughter A says that the shirt is rude and embarrassing, but I say what's rude about a Ding Dong? They're delicious! My second favorite t-shirt is one that my cousin had on a few years back: Does Anal Retentive Have a Hyphen?
This is my state of mind today and most other days as well. Being good at multitasking is nothing to be proud of. Being anal retentive (no hyphen) is a curse. Being that crazed without any coffee is frightening. As I head towards 50 and beyond, I need to learn how to relax or else I think I may self-destruct. I'm going to start by sitting by the pool.
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I would sit with you anytime
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