...when all I want to do is ignore the whole world and curl up in my bed or on a chair and read.
Saturday was one of those days. Why? Well, I was cleaning the house. (Yes, anything is better than cleaning the house, especially reading, but...unfortunately it [the cleaning] has to be done.) And, when cleaning, the one thing you don't want to do is make more of a mess. Except, that was what I kept doing. First, I dropped a can of Coca Cola, which exploded and went...everywhere. Everywhere being over the fridge and pantry doors, across the kitchen floor, across the dining room carpet and all over the table (over and under it) and chairs. Second, I dropped the bucket of soapy water, luckily onto a wooden floor and not carpet. Third, I managed to spill the water I was pouring. And fourth, my ice-cream scoop (lime) decided to escape my bowl and slide across the clean kitchen floor.
OK, so the escape of the ice-cream scoop (potential movie title perhaps?) is sort of funny, but at that point I felt defeated. Overwhelmed. Like everything has to take the complicated route...like nothing is ever easy. And that's how I feel today. I just have this endless list of things that have to be done, and I can't seem to catch up. I've been enjoying my Amy Lane Weekend, which has morphed into a Marie Sexton Weekend as well, but...now I feel...not guilty, but anxious about all I still have to do before I go to bed (and can read some more). So...even after a long weekend I don't feel relaxed. How does one relax? Perhaps a question for the unnamed expert this week?
So, what was the last thing you dropped? And...how do you balance everything?