It is 7:30 am and I am already a failure, or so my back brain tells me. It has, in fact, been telling me all about it since 1 am with a brief pause for a few hours of sleep. Some of the things I’m failing at are ridiculous. I can look at them with the eyes of logic and know that it is ridiculous, but I still feel like a failure. So I’m going to write out the list, hopefully when I am done writing it I’ll be to mock it and make the rest of the day much better.
I fail because:
I’ve been cranky at my kids this morning.
I burned Kiki’s breakfast quesadilla and had to make a second one.
I am unable to magically transport merchandise to customers without having to charge shipping costs.
I have not yet finished the cropping and layout for Body Politic, which I should have finished months ago.
My house is cluttery and dirty, I’ve known this for weeks and have yet to fix it.
There is mildew on the bathroom ceiling.
I haven’t exercised for two days.
Patch’s water cycle experiment did not work as advertised.
There are ice packs frozen solid in the door of my freezer and I haven’t yet figured out how to un-jam them from the space without leaving the freezer door open for several hours. (Edited to add: HA! Me and my hair dryer are victorious in the battle of the freezer door. Take that frozen gell packs.)
Laundry.
My average daily word count for this week is 473, not 1000.
I still have a box of pears waiting for me to turn them into canned food.
There is a box of walnuts waiting to be shelled and dried.
My office needs sweeping.
The front porch light has been broken for years and I’ve never used emotional energy and time to figure out why.
Howard and Kiki are both tired/stressed.
None of the things I write earn money in significant quantities.
It is now 9 am and I’ve still not finished nor posted this list.
I keep spending money on things.
I should be paying more attention to frugality, meal planning, chore schedules, shopping smart for the holidays.
Gleek and Patch have been squabbling an blaming each other for things almost incessantly during the past two days.
I have healthy food in my house, but I ate all the cookies instead.
I am being the best business manager I know how to be, but I am daily faced with evidence that this job could be done better.
…and because my brain is incapable of simply posting a blog without also arguing against itself for the other side, here are the list of things done right since Sunday:
Link successfully hosted a scout meeting and presented his ideas for their summer camp by handing out a flyer. This is Link’s success, I only played the role of spotter, but having this go right felt hugely important.
Gleek was invited to join a second choir, so now she has two choir practices each week until she has two holiday concerts.
We opened pre-orders on the calendar and thus launched our holiday shipping season. Also, the calendar is ready to go to print.
I answered a couple of letters.
Took the kids to see Wreck-It Ralph. (Which also cost money and I remembered how theater popcorn is made of delicious regret.)
Have you tried taking a hair dryer to the ice paks?
Yours is the second vote in favor of hair dryers. I shall go attempt it now.
Put the pears on the porch for the squirrels and birds and coons and possums and what not, and go buy some pear preserves, and a nice bottle of pear brandy. You can feel good about helping furry mammals have healthy dinners, and a few snorts of pear brandy, why, you’ll sleep right tight. Everybody wins!
The pears have been sitting in a box on my back porch for over a month. We have no squirrels or raccoons in our suburban neighborhood and the birds just don’t seem to be interested. I probably will give the pears away to someone who has not already canned lots of pears. Maybe someday my neighborhood will acquire mammalian wildlife.
I laughed out loud at how ‘not having finished the litany of fail’ made it to the list. Eeeeee!
I do hope today your brain is no longer in the mood for nitpicking at you. 🙂