BOY TRAPPED

Where the inside of my mind leaks onto the screen.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

This Is Not What I Should Be Doing

I have a filthy house that needs cleaning. I haven't done the laundry in two weeks. (Kirk actually ran everything through the wash last week but nothing ever got folded...) Adam is sitting on the couch vegging in front of the TV. I have phone calls to make to arrange items for the show we're putting on for enrichment night next week. I need to change Alex's appointment for his 1 year check up. (Yes, I am already a month behind on that.) I need to email my Grandma, buy glow in the dark tape for school, make a deposit at the bank, return a shirt to WalMart, and the list goes on. Heck, I could even be blogging about something more productive (like Alex's birthday party pictures that I keep meaning to post). But instead of doing that, I am here wasting my precious time on this pointless blog. I think my life has reached that stage of crazy where I don't even know where to start putting the pieces back together. It's like a never-ending puzzle where each piece I carefully snap into place leaves five new pieces in its wake.

I keep telling myself "after." After Kirk gets back from Missouri, I'll feel in control again. Nope. My current "after" is "After this Ten Virgins production is done, I'll have more time." Another favorite is "After my master bathroom remodeling project is done, I'll be able to keep the house cleaner." But I know these afters will turn into "After spring programs, I'll have more energy," and "After Adam is back in school, I'll have more time to do the laundry."

In a perfect world, writing a "to do" list would somehow the same as actually completing the items on it. That would be nice.

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