Hanging on by my ragged fingernails
We’re out of milk and bread. I haven’t figured out what to cook for dinner for the past four days. I don’t know what we’ll have tomorrow. We have no potatoes. I can’t remember the last time I ate a vegetable.
I need to go to the bank because I have no checks. I haven’t ordered checks in a million years since I hardly ever use them. But then, BOOM, I used them up. And now I need some.
I have to return the grass clippers that I bought at Fred Meyer that are defective.
I really need to go to the grocery store. I dread bringing my daughter because she is Chatty Cathy and also doesn’t take no for an answer–you better parents would refuse to buy Cheetos and Cocoa Puffs, but I just give in. It’s easier. I know. I’m raising a monster, a serial killer, a spoiled brat. Or not. But I wish I didn’t have to grocery shop with her in tow. I find it exhausting. I shop as fast as I can when she’s with me.
The Cave rip 28 Weeks Later… movies My house is a wreck. Vacation last week was followed by complete disarray. I haven’t been able to catch up on my housework or laundry since I started working again the day I got back from the beach. For some reason, I thought it was wise to overschedule myself, so Monday I spent several hours at the doctor’s office before work. Tuesday I spent several hours at the dentist office before work.
Today, I took the kids to Wild Waves. Then picked up an extra kid and delivered him to his house along with one of my boys. Returned home, took one of my teenagers and his friend to the local beach to play volleyball. Then took my daughter to the pool. Returned home for an hour and then started working again, a five hour shift which just ended half an hour ago.
My cats have no food.
What I need is half a day, a good solid six hours, to grocery shop, clean and shake the sand out of my head. I just cannot get myself together.
But I did find my lost Wild Waves season pass–unfortunately, I found it after we returned from Wild Waves.
I would like to sleep in tomorrow. However, as I have pointed out, I must go to the grocery store and bank or my entire world will collapse in a heap. And then I’d have to clean up the broken heap of my world and frankly, I just don’t have time for that.


