Some days the Mother Load seems enormous.
We had a Special Activity on Monday that began at 8am and didn't end until 11pm, so - you can imagine - we started our school week rather slowly and late. Um, that's an understatement. Tuesday felt like pushing a rope uphill. Through molasses. There were tears. There was whining. There was grumpiness. There was much unfinished work. And there were raging, raging hormones. (The Boy's. And possibly some of mine. Just possibly.)
And by lunch-time Wyatt owed me seventy-five (seventy-five!) sentences, and I am letting him work off some of them, if he will actually do the work.
And the sun was shining, and we know that can't last long. And there were leaves to be raked, and apples to be made into applesauce. And sometimes Real Work is more important than School Work. (*Gasp!*) And that's what happened.
So now it's Thursday, but it feels like Wednesday, and I feel like I'm still trying to crawl out from under it all.
And I cooked a turkey yesterday, which is a good thing. But on turkey days... by the end of the day I'm on Sage Overload, and I think if I get one more whiff of sage my nose might leave my body, to go in search of other aromas, so there will be no turkey leftovers today. I want to make pies, but it will have to wait a day or two.
And there are four weeks left of soccer, and I am already getting perky emails about the all-important end-of-the-season party.
While I applaud planning ahead and being frugal, I couldn't help but be boggled at the suggestion that we "just do something at the field, after the last game". Which falls on October 30th. (Are they new here?!) Because by October 30th, anything we do at the field will most likely involve huddling with our backs to the wind and rain, ankle-deep mud, and multiple layers of Gore-tex and polar-fleece. Or hypothermia, take your pick.
And the bills need to be paid, the kitchen floor needs desperately to be mopped, the boys' beds need fresh sheets, there's work to do in the flower beds before winter, and... I'm sure there's more.
So, among other things, I haven't had much time lately for visiting my favorite blogs.
And it's 79 days until Christmas.
In case you were wondering.