Its the end of August and its mayhem.
The last week of my life has been a little hectic, to the say the least. In addition to a busy time in the office its also back to school prep time. Which means its also appointment booking time. And its massive acquisition time. We’re also about to fly across the country for 10 days for a cottage stay AND a family wedding (read: packing for 4 people for a trans-continental trip with the two main activities on the exact opposite end of the wardrobe spectrum). Add to that my entrepreneurial husband’s move into a new office space and the fact that the floors in our 18 month year old house are about to be replaced. ALL OF THEM. Yeah, so if I told you that I enjoy a large-ish glass of wine after work today I am sure you wouldn’t judge. Right?
To say I could snap at any moment would be an understatement. Am I holding it together ok? The answer is a resounding “for now”. My biggest worry is the proverbial straw that will break this Mother’s back. At the moment, the straw just might be white chalk. What now? Yep, you heard me right – WHITE CHALK.
WTF. White Chalk. The bain of existence!
Shorty #2 is kicking off her preschool career this September and as part of her care package to contribute to the classroom (in addition to a pack of pencil crayons, some glue and an earthquake kit) the school has requested a box of plain white chalk. Seems easy enough right? Well, I’ve been to 3 stores already and NO WHITE CHALK. Multi-coloured chalk a plenty – but no white chalk to be found.
Keep in mind that I have a full time job, 2 kids and a husband and have been running around the city for the past week dealing with all the shit on my plate and getting myself into 3 separate stores, all of which do indeed carry chalk but none of it white is just the sort of thing that could push me over the edge. Like really? What would happen if I drop the Shorty off for her 3 week gradual entry program (oh, THAT my friends is a whole other blog post) with a pack of multi-coloured chalk. Would the teachers forgive and forget? Or would I be forever branded as a problem parent. Imagine, the scenario. The one teacher says to the other “We’re missing one field trip payment. Who could it be that hasn’t submitted?” And she replies “I know. Its that Mom who brought the multicoloured chalk. Can’t follow instructions.”
These are the things running through my head when I wake at 4am. White chalk where are you????
Do what you love… if you can find the time…
Yeah, I know. Its been over a month since my last post. LAME. I get it. The only excuse I can muster is life. Its busy. Break neck pace, I wanna punch someone in the kidney busy. Its true that I do prefer busy to bored, but its so busy right now I’m struggling to keep it all together.
Its when all the worlds collide. Super busy stuff at the office (like MEGA busy) and too much stuff to manage at home. Just today I’ve been navigating a dead tree, a warranty claim on our new floors, window washing, preschool enrollment and scrambling to book the birthday party I should have booked weeks ago. None of these things seem to be easy to do.
All this on the heels of yet another lice infestation at our house so we’re up to our follicles in tea tree treatments, essential oils and nit combs. Its so fun. The two hour ritual every night of combing through the locks of two very impatient and irritated wee lassies. I check myself every day but the phantom creepy crawly itch never goes away even though I haven’t found a bugger yet. *shudder*
There’s something about the springtime for out and out scheduling challenges, right? Shorty #1 is in a choir so we’re ramping up for the end of the year performance. Its rehearsals and choreography and now I get to try and make her a bird costume. Got that? A freaking bird costume!!
We’re spring flinging at the school so that means volunteering to do something that isn’t atrocious (like trying to bake sh*tty cupcakes). Its also time for fundraising and donations. Fun runs and silent auctions and such. Its all a little manic when Mommy has to go on the road next week.
If only cloning was ok…
Traffic jam – in my living room/ office/ study.
Picture if you will, a sunny summer afternoon in the Pacific Northwest. A rare day where warm breezes tickle our cheeks, the smell of salty sea and cedar forests kiss our noses. We must be outside enjoying the lovely day. NOPE! NO WE ARE NOT. We are inside, working. Why you ask? Because its a Thursday! So unless you’re enjoying your summer holidays – GO BACK TO WORK YOU LAZY GIT!
I wish I could go to work today. But I can’t. Our offices are being renovated you see and there’s no where for me to set up shop without the constant dulcet tones of a table saw and the fog from piles of dust. We’re just back from our annual summer vacay and typically I would be quite keen to head back to the office today. A chance for adult conversation, to put on more make-up than simply sunscreen etc. So I tried to brave the construction site but only lasted a mere 30 minutes and headed home. This is where things get interesting.
J is also mid office renovation so he too is working from home. And Shorty #1 is home on one of her rare weeks off from Summer Camp. #2 is running around along with our nanny. The tutor is here, the phone is ringing, emails are piling in and I’ve been relegated to my bedroom. I’m trying to be productive (as you can see, its going well) but as I’m all thumbs on this touchpad mouse I just marked all my unread emails read. That’s REALLY bad as its my to do list. So now I’m busy scouring over 55,000 emails to make sure I am not missing anything. By the way, WHY do they call it a lap top if its impossible to use on your lap?
Tomorrow should be more of the same, with pleas from the attic and J’s office to keep it down as multiple conference calls are being conducted and kids are tearing around searching for their stuff. I think I may become one of those people that sets up shop in the local Starbucks for the day. If you’re looking for me, that’s where I’ll be.