There were at least ten times today that I felt myself starting to get overwhelmed. Honestly, the word “overwhelmed” is an understatement.
The idea of having free time has ceased to exist in my world. Our house is listing on May 1st & there is still so much work to be done. The kids (dogchild included) deserve so much fun and attention that I never feel like I can give enough of. And at night, when everything else is quiet, I’ve been working on a big project that has many more stages before completion, but will be amazing. Plus, the concept of a social life is now laughably nonexistent.
There are literally not enough hours in the day and not enough coffee in the land to satisfy these daily lists of things to do.
I reached a point this afternoon (after fighting a wasp in the kitchen) when I decided that instead of allowing that bastard of an overwhelming feeling to stick around, I really just had to laugh. It’s the only option for surviving this chapter with my heart & my brain still intact. Throwing my hands up and having a pity party would accomplish nothing. And the “what else can go wrong?” attitude only brings more shit to answer that question, and it certainly doesn’t help to achieve any sort of progress.
So yeah, whatever. There will still be a sky tomorrow, and whether or not it’s sunny or cloudy really doesn’t change the fact that I’m still under it, getting shit done, for the sake of my awesome little family.