Monday, December 10, 2007
I think I have a serious problem . . .
I think I have a problem. Not just because it is December 10, my annual cookie swap is coming up, or that I have just found out my Number 1 Son is coming home for Christmas, or the fact that my house looks like I have thrown confetti around . . . Not only because I have just burnt a pot of pinto beans, as well as two trays of gingerbread men cookies (poor toasty tasty dears - even trying to eat the evidence with a cup of coffee didn't help their blackened taste, sigh). No, not even those things are what I intend to write about. Nope. That is something of normal for me. You see, I thrive on chaos. My whole life has been lived on an adrenaline charged jolt of spastic chaos. Ask my children. Instead of testing children for ADD, perhaps the schools should be testing the parents?
I always seem to have so many irons in the fire. Lots of things I need to complete, laundry to fold, calls to make, bills to pay, litter boxes to change, dogs to feed, dolls to mutilate, er, I mean create. You see, the problem is I have a problem with comittment. Actually, let me re-phrase that. I have a problem with over comittment. My granny always said, "if you want something done, get a busy person to do it - they will find the time and the way to get it done."
I am not sure how to escape this. Really. I want to live each day fully and that is the problem. I sleep good at night because I am exhausted from being such a busy person.
I never make New Years resolutions. Instead, I write out the things I have learned during the course of the year. Sometimes it is only 2 or 3 things. Perhaps, I should start on my list earlier this year. Perhaps I can cram one more project into a day that is already shot to hooey and consider it a bonus.
Gosh, I just know that someone else out there feels the same way. Wanna share a burnt ginger with me? I like to bite their little heads off first.