A good day usually starts about 5AM. I figure I can get some writing done, wash some dishes and straighten up the house before the kids get up. Don’t forget the coffee. Thinking is clear and focused. Coffee sure is good.
6AM - start the wake up process for the kids, make their lunches, get berated for not having enough conditioner and try to figure out who's toothbrush is whose. 7:20AM.
Time to get to school.
It's a mad dash and a lot of strong-arming for the front seat, even though we've made a front-seat schedule. The girl prevails but the screaming match is giving me a bit of a headache. Breathe in, breathe out. 7:25, bell rings at 7:30. Red light. Aye aye aye. Can it take any longer to turn green?
Get them to school just before the bell.
8AM – home again.
Confusion sets in as I look around. Breakfast dishes in the sink, wet towels on the bathroom floor, globs of toothpaste in the sink and the dogs have gotten into the garbage - again. It's a toss what to do first, but more coffee for sure. Oh, and I do need to work. Writing. Thank God for writing.
After all the fussing within my own mind, it's 2:30PM - time to pick up the kids, and all their friends. Not by my liking mind you.
3PM - we get home.
Here come the “I'm hungry” chants, along with any additional arguing the siblings have amongst themselves. Refereeing and cooking prevail and before you know it, it's 7PM. My bedtime. Did I get anything done? And what about my work? I feel like a failure.
Enter cave woman.
Most days I find myself wearing the same clothes I had on the day before, and then I have to wonder, did I even brush my hair? Or my teeth? Since I don't have much recollection, I can't remember all that I ate either, which adds to the adage of larger than life hips and thighs. During the refereeing and cooking for the kids, I eat anything and everything in sight just to calm my nerves, but I can't remember precisely what. I do know, however, it's not the chicken breast and vegetables. Now my abdomen has begun to beach. I'm in trouble. Arrggghhh! How did I get here and is there a light?
Writing. Well, it's supposed to be.
Now this can be tricky because writing can take you to far-off places - like cyberspace. You'll be typing away, fingers flying on the keyboard, then you take a moment to look back and read what you've just written. You do this a few times and before you know it the screen starts looking like tons of little white pixels coming to get you.
Okay. Maybe more coffee and a quick break to say "hi" to your friends on Facebook. After all, it's fun getting lost in the blogosphere and a great escape from reality - especially when the stress is on. So, you're scrolling through your page, liking and commenting, and then you dally over to the games. Oh boy. Can it get anymore complicated?
Of course.
Now that I have divulged myself into this habit of gaming and blogging, what happened to work? All the hours I should be spending trying to market myself, doing some research and writing best-selling novels, I'm spending blowing up like a whale, not brushing my hair and telling my kids to shut up so I can finish harvesting my crops in Farmville. Yes, it's finally happened. Instead of me yelling at the kids for not doing their homework and spending too much time tweeting and talking to friends on X-Box Live, they're hollering at me to get off CafeWorld and make some real dinner. I'm in their world.
Hold on, Ladies, there is hope.
God. He is my continuous light, and it is during my deepest bouts of cave-dwelling, darkness and despair that He spreads His wings and helps me soar. He reminds me that even just writing about it is a step in the right direction.
So, if you're feeling down in the dumps, don't. All that dwelling can breed success. Look, it's right about 8AM on a Sunday Morning and I've already hunted down breakfast and brushed my hair!
Great rant! You certainly break down the day. It does seem like crazy madness many a day. Thanks for the chuckle. 😄