Lately I feel like I am up to my neck in stuff. The stuff is both figurative and physical...and perhaps even imaginative. There is the physical stuff of my house. Time to have a yard sale? Or clean? Or lock my children up? And then there is the calendar clutter. Birthday invitations, soccer invitationals, doctor appointments, work, good-bye parties, running here and there. Is it time to just say no? Or hang it all up? Or just get through it? Then there is stuff to remember. Dr's appointments. Picking up the perscriptions. Call the UB med insurance office. The important information my husband told me. Time to get a day planner? Or a personal secretary? Or a test for Alzheimer's? ....Can anyone relate?Monday, July 28, 2008
Up to My Neck
Lately I feel like I am up to my neck in stuff. The stuff is both figurative and physical...and perhaps even imaginative. There is the physical stuff of my house. Time to have a yard sale? Or clean? Or lock my children up? And then there is the calendar clutter. Birthday invitations, soccer invitationals, doctor appointments, work, good-bye parties, running here and there. Is it time to just say no? Or hang it all up? Or just get through it? Then there is stuff to remember. Dr's appointments. Picking up the perscriptions. Call the UB med insurance office. The important information my husband told me. Time to get a day planner? Or a personal secretary? Or a test for Alzheimer's? ....Can anyone relate?
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I suppose it was a bad day to ask about going to the Fisher Price Museum? Does this mean Cousin Camp is out of the question?
Yes, I can relate, I had seven kids, remember? The days of remembering anything without having it written on a calandar are over. Yard sales are too much work. Do they really allow you to lock your children up? (Sometimes when they're old enough they'll do that for you...) I sometimes wonder if our parents and grandparents felt like they were losing it too or if it is just a result of our own crazy generation. Then again...
I think things were much simpler back then. Especially back in the day of horse and buggy. (great grandpa) Think about it. None of the kids pestered parents to go to the mall...there were no malls. Gr. Grandpa was not expected to travel 40 miles to a surprise birthday party or 35 (round trip)to a soccer tournament. He may have gone to the green to play a game of croquett. He walked there...or rode his horse.
Of course then again, there was the planting to get done, and the harvesting. Weddings were still planned and attended locally I suppose. Kids still got sick. You had to ride a horse to the nearest telephone to ring the doctor. And then there was the general upkeep of the farm. Fence mending, calving, collecting eggs, feeding animals, and on and on. I suppose life wasn't simpler back then.
Most days are okay but then there are some that I don't know if I am coming, going or been there already!
Oh, I know how you feel. There are just times when everything seems to be going on at the same time and you can hardly keep up. I think cutting some things out is good and I know I am lost without having my personal calendar. It keeps me sane. I hope you get a break before the summer is over!
I've been there too, although this summer seems rather relaxing. I'm sure it will calm down.
"One day at a time"...
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