Thursday, 24 July 2014
getting my shit together
I dream of this quite regularly. Getting my shit together. You?
Can't catch up, playing from behind. Pretty much for the last three years since the smallest small arrived. I was ALL OVER two. Two was a piece of cake. A beautifully iced piece of cake. My shit was TOTALLY together. Three makes you slow, late, frazzled, rushed. And yet, three is AWESOME. Loud, messy and AWESOME. I'll take slow, late, frazzled and rushed over having it all together - any day.
But I would LOVE a couple of successive days of being in control every now and then. Not dotted here and there. So I can high five myself for seven days in a row and then have a shit all over the place break.
I speak nonsense. I see this. But this is the best I've got right now.
Meanwhile I have a bunch of photos sitting in my library just waiting to be shared. Like those ones up there. Just waiting for me to get my shit together in order to share.. they're so patient. They never complain. And look how ace they are? They SHOULD be shared. They understand the vicious circle that is attaining all of one's shit - for a brief period anyway - and then losing it again. Hopping backward and forward between the MUST DO TODAY list and the TO DO WHENEVER THE HELL I GET AROUND TO IT list.
Mounting lists and nonsense aside, read this. Simply because it's fucking hilarious.