I'm going to run away.

[olmue]

I think every single thing I've started today has been interrupted two minutes in! I go to clean the bathroom--Mom! PMB needs a new diaper! I go to clean the diaper, hazardous chemicals and all, and get a call about the playgroup my daughter is in. The person who is supposed to host it can't do it Monday and wanted to swap with me. (I said yes, although I don't have a lot of time between now and then to get ready for it. Apparently this playgroup actually does stuff as opposed to letting the kids just run around.) As soon as I got off the phone I tried to look in the fridge for ingredients for dinner, but PMB was sort of trying to break into it. So I went to hide for a moment until he was distracted. Which of course meant that everyone came to hunt me down. I got an idea and started googling for a recipe (Swiss chard quiche). As soon as I turned the computer on, there was a crash in the kitchen. PMB pulled down the jar of dirty watercolor water onto the floor I had just mopped (to the hysterical tune of PMB while shut out of the kitchen so he wouldn't fall down). I had just started cleaning that up when I got another phone call for something else I need to do. It's now ten to six and PMB is hysterical and wants me to hold him (he is also not willing to give up mama milk. Try doing all of these things with someone hanging off your chest.) I still haven't been able to get to the refrigerator and make dinner. Not sure when DH will be home--he has 80 students to prepare for tomorrow, not to mention stress over the job list that came out today. (This would be the hiring extravaganza for next academic year. There are only 19 jobs on it, and several aren't even jobs, they're postdocs. One of the jobs is an excellent fit for him--and hundreds of other applicants, I'm sure.) Oh, and I still have to deal with ants coming under the front door to get out of the endless rain we're having.

And you wonder why I have continuity problems with my writing.

Help.

Comments

[newport2newport.livejournal.com]

Wow, you've got a lot on your mind, on your chest (heh), and on your plate. Come sit awhile; nothing's so urgent that it can't wait! I'll pour us some tea while you put your feet up... xo

[olmue.livejournal.com]

Thanks! It's funny how everything seems to happen all at the same time. I can go awhile and there is nothing going on, and then bam!

Tea is not a bad idea. I have some fresh mint growing outside. If only I could find a moment to sneak outside ALONE and pick some...

[robinellen.livejournal.com]

Yikes! I wish I lived closer (actually, I wish you lived closer to me) -- I'd take some of your kiddos, even PMB, if he'd let me, and you could relax for a bit. Till then (ha), sending thoughts of serenity and the time fairy your way (there is a time fairy, right?).

[olmue.livejournal.com]

You don't have to look far to figure out why I write about time travel...

PMB has crashed. Which is good. The only bad thing is that he will ONLY sleep on my bed. And if I leave him, he'll roll off. At least I now have a plan to pick up DH and go to Aldi and buy some instant food in a bit.

It's a good thing no one in our family is autistic and tied to exact dinner schedules is all I can say...

[pixiechick-sw.livejournal.com]

Hang in there! It will get better! Hugs!

[olmue.livejournal.com]

It has GOT to get better!!

[karenbschwartz.livejournal.com]

Yikes! What a day! I've seen that domino effect in my house many times. Here's an example, little guy chases big guy around, big guy stuffs his face with broccoli on a driveby to the kitchen, little guy trips big guy, big guy gags and throws up all over the floor. While I'm cleaning throwup, they start running again, slip sliding right through the throwup mess and falling getting covered in it. All this while I was trying to make dinner.

[olmue.livejournal.com]

Yes--WHY does it all happen when you are trying to do something completely nonnegotiable like dinner? I swear if we didn't need to eat, I just wouldn't make it. (Like if we were snakes, for example. They only eat every two weeks. Wouldn't that be nice?) Too bad I don't have the budget for it, or we would eat takeout like, every night! Instead there is the dinnertime circus, and then we eat weird stuff, late.

At least nobody threw up, though. That IS a bright thought...

[edawn.livejournal.com]

Do I need to send you some chocolate baby cereal for PMB?

[olmue.livejournal.com]

LOL--maybe that would do the trick!

[kathys-shadow.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should write an experimental novel where the point is to create continuity problems.

I hope one of those spots works out for your husband!