If you’ve noticed, I haven’t been posting much. When I started out, I was posting once a day. Now? Twice a month if I’m lucky. What gives? I’ll tell you what gives.
I got a job. It’s a little retail job. A little freaking retail job. Sometimes I put in 20 hours a week sometimes I put in 39. Still, I can’t figure it all out. Work and exercise have been put near the top of my priority list. My house? Holy Crudola. Please don’t come here unannounced. Because if you do, I’m not responsible for what you may contract. Like Malaria. Or something nasty along those lines. I have dust so thick I could probably knit a blanket. Christmas is 5 months away. I’m taking orders now.
But I wasn’t talking about not cleaning my house. I was talking about not writing. My problem is…here goes: I Cannot Multi-Task. There I said it. I cannot multi-task. Is there a support group for this problem? “Multi-taskless Women?” I know. I’m putting our name to shame. I think I used to be able to do it. Maybe not. Maybe I’ve pretended all these years. Yes. I think I’ve been living a lie.
So, at this late stage in the game, I’m trying to figure it out. Cooking, shopping, cleaning, exercising, working, running around one child, one little child, writing, returning phone calls and projects that have been waiting to get done for months. Some of them years. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve lost touch with reality. I’ve come so far on so many levels, but can’t seem to fit in the time to write and clean.
What do I do? Stay up until 1am to write. So what if I can’t stand at work? I don’t think they’ll notice. And my house? I may have some time in September. All guests welcome then. Oh, wait. I think you should call first. I’ll meet you in the yard. Just bring a chair.