Good afternoon everyone. I hope everyone’s weekend was amazing. Mine, well lets just say the title of this post says it all. I have been bouncing around trying to get the house back in order while also working on about 6 different stories. And I’ll admit I had a false sense of “once school started back” things would be different. Alas, they are not.
Let me break it down for you. Hubby hasn’t been working weekends. Which sounds awesome right? Wrong. With him being home and supposed to be helping, it's a never ending battle of getting him to do much more than watch anime. And when he does do something it's the direct opposite of what I asked. For example: I’m going into the office to get some work done, please keep an eye out for the Gremlin. 5 minutes later…. Gremlin appears at my side to request his movie changes, drink, food or something has malfunctioned.
Now he had to walk past his father to get to my office. And when I follow him out. Hubby is face deep in his tablet or phone. I walk past making the passive aggressive remarks but again I’m still doing the task. This goes on all weekend. Now if this is the norm around my house, why am I so pissed, you might be asking yourself. Because I forwent an entire weekend of laundry because he said he’d fix the laundry room floor. NEWS FLASH: It's not fixed and I wasted two full days of not being able to do laundry. So, awesome sauce.
Then you go into the characters that scream at me on the daily. No one ever wants to wait their turn, and I’m scribbling lines down like a cipher to some underground treasure. All while trying to battle a 9 year old, and his 54 year old counterpart. Safe to say my salinity is on the brink of throwing their hands in the air as my husband's alarm screeches in the background.
I have bounced between all 6 stories this weekend trying to find just the right place for some of these writing prompts to go without them being forced. I have scenes playing in my head but have no idea if this is something new or if it's something that I've already started. So I have one document that literally has tab after tab of just the things that I can see or remember going off in my head, in hopes that it will make sense somewhere.
Couple all this with the Gremlin’s war on and off on sleep, a house that looks like it's been robbed, and two cats that have no idea that my mouse is not a play toy. Welcome to Monday.
For most of us that would love to scream and throw hands right now, it's just another day that I’m having to learn not to take too damn seriously. That shit happens not always for the good but we deal with it. Because right now we are the only semi functioning adults to do so. So, drink the coffee, breathe and remember when the mess is gone, the house is quiet, and there is no more “MOM”, we will cry how much we miss it.
It’s not great in the moment, but it’s where we are. I know that, and you should too. So dust off that notebook and put at the very least a hundred words on the paper. Even if it is on your grocery list. It all fucking counts right now. And keep moving forward. That’s what we have to do.
Now I have about 10 minutes before the bus pulls up. I’ll talk to you all later.
Be Brave, Be Bold, But Always Stay Humble.
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