It's the state of my life. Confession time, lovely bloggers...I was getting my act together...and now I've taken 50 steps back. At least. I'm not sure what's happening. I was so gearing up pre-vacation, and now it's like my mind is on permanent vacation. The stacks of crap that contain the mail I should be going through? Insane. The laundry? Completely out of control. Like, I have no laundry room floor...I have clean clothes piled up in baskets unfolded and wrinkled all to hell stacked on both the washer and the dryer. I have dishes piled in the sink. My bathrooms look like a warzone. All four of them. Don't even get me started on my office. Really. Don't.
And here at work? My office looks like the tornado really did touch down here yesterday, even though it didn't.
I haven't even given Scouting one second's thought, and I'm avoiding my director's calls because I really don't have anything to say to him other than I'm burned out. I don't even have my round-up planned, let alone the rest of my year. Once I get started doing it I'll be fine, but it's that getting started that has me thrown.
Vacation was supposed to be relaxing...and centering...and help to purge everything leaving me refreshed to take on the upcoming school year and get my shit together.
Instead, I'm left floundering. Of course, vacation isn't the only thing to blame...I'm leaning more and more towards the fact that I really do have a some sort of adult attention deficit disorder. You can laugh all you want, because I joke about it all the time. But really? I think there's more too it than I care to admit. And yes, I know I'm busy. And yes, I know I have a lot going on. But really, this is beyond that. I can't seem to get a grip on anything in these last couple of weeks and now I'm paying for it in clutter and denial. I think this is the only thing that a good glass of wine can't fix. Not that I haven't tried. HA! Actually other than Monday night when the girls came over after school board, I haven't reallly had that much wine. And at least I've been cooking every night...that part of my act is still together.
I need some sort of life coach to help me get back on track, either that or medication, I'm not sure which. I'm going to the doctor today to have my hormones checked out, but that's a whole other story.
So think good thoughts for me, lovely bloggers, as I go into the weekend that I'll come out more organized than I went in. I need to make some lists. Set some goals. I seem to do well with lists, and scheduled tasks...
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Did you ever think that you're doing too much? Give something up to someone else. There's a nice word I learned to help lighten the load. It's NO!
How about having those boys do some dishes and laundry???
wahhhhhhh
call the wahhhambulance...
vacation was just that, vacation, and then you have to come back to reality, and well, your reality sucks ass because you have no time, NO TIME, faaaget about it, don't stress, breath and step over those piles...and when the boys run out of clothes, guess what, they will magically dissapear from the laundry room floor...
I hate laundry!!!!!!!!!! I just got all of mine caught up and guess what....There is a lot more again.DAMNIT
Delagate, delagate, delagate!!!!!!
And by the way...YES i love the CAR!!!!!
AND...yes listened to my voicemail...I laughed.
miss your face too!
This is the usual state of my life and I'm fairly certain I'm not nearly as busy as you are. I can get my house in order and keep it in order for a little while, but one diversion from the system that's working at the time and it's over... call the health department.
And getting the kids to do laundry? Are you mega_joking?. When are they home to do laundry? My kids are busier than I am.
Robinson - I'm laughing at you because it's true! Chances are if I'm not home enough to get stuff done it's because I'm running my kids everywhere!! Eggo only has a toddler - she knows not of what she speaks...yet...it's creeping up on you Eggo - Vivi will be a tween before we know it.
And Suzi - I'm getting better on the delegating. The boys do help - but who knew a family of four could cause so much damage in so little time!
Maybe it's just me...
Rebecca, you have finally fallen into the trap that countless other Americans have fallen into. The old, "it's not my fault" routine. Blaming your state of affairs on Adult ADD? Give me a freakin' break. I have Adult ADD too. I prefer to call mine Beer and Sports though...
Pea is right, take a step back and breath. You'll get your grip on things and the ship will sail straight. Hopefully, it's without medication....
P.S. Sorry I've been gone so long.
Love,
Seriously Jimmer - where in the hell have you been? Gawd
But I'm not blaming my state of affairs on my ADD ... I'm worrying that there's something else going on here. You're not in my head, Jimmer - you don't see the channels changing. That commercial - where they talk about that - I get that. I am that. I'm living that. More than I care to admit.
I can't have a conversation for more than a few minutes without doing something else. My hands are in constant motion, and yet do nothing. I have to force myself to focus on what people are saying, because they can say one thing that sends me on a thought process in my head and I can literally LITERALLY lose 10 minutes of what they're saying. I've stopped asking people to repeat themselves because I would have to do it all the time. With every single conversation I have. I glean what I can from the context of what they say next to assume what they have been saying. Ask Julie...or Jen...or Kathy - they shouldn't have to think too hard to know that we've had whole conversations about things I don't know about.
I've always been busy...ALWAYS. But now I'm busy and falling apart. Call it life. Call it what you will. I'm saying there is a problem here...and there would be a problem even if my house were clean.
If you guys want to be on the denial train because you think I'm over-reacting, great, but obviously if I'm talking about it out here, and in a not-so-joking manner, I might add, I'm sensing a problem. Sometimes "it's going to be okay" isn't the answer. Sometimes "get that shit evalutated" is the answer. I'm not like every other American. I'm not like anyone else. I'm your friend. And I'm tired of the pink elephant in the room.
Actually...forget about it. I'll blog about the funny stuff. It's easier.
well then, get the shit evaluated and let us know, we are just trying to help, poop head...hopefully you went on a mental trip when you got to the poop head part
and as far as I know, none of us are trained to diagnose you so go see someone who can, poop head
and, and, and, you certainly could come to the conclusion that, yes, you are not really interested in what someone else is saying (if that is the case) and that, my friend, does not make you a bad person...I have tuned you out on several occasions...xxoo
Pea, you should tune me out on most occasions as I am usually talking trash anyway...
xoxo
Hormone levels are being tested as we speak. We'll see what they say.
Also, you just very well may be depressed, showing a sunny outside, yet a very, very, dark inside...just someting to think about...
Maybe...heaven knows it runs in my family...so does the ADD. You guys have met the Janet. She is admittedly ADD...we probably both have been our whole lives.
She does yoga to find focus...I would love to try it, but to find a class at a convenient time? Actually Pea...where did you go?
Ummmmm, I went to the Yoga Studio in Crown Point, and they had a 5:30 and a 6:30 class I do believe...but I am not sure if they are still in business, and I cannot find their phone number
not the Yoga Room but the Yoga Studio
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