Its been several days and I’m STILL trying to accept get back to Reality after Coachella. That’s probably a sure sign that a vacation wasn’t long enough, but I can do nothing about that. I can just go on.. into reality.
Well, Reality kinda sucks!
I’ve managed to create a life of PURE multi-tasking. Its almost like I cannot do just ONE thing… I have to do several. I have to have several projects going on, all in various different stages… as if once it’s ALL completed my “job”/”life” will be DONE and death will feel free to take me.
This is half due to my personality (I’ve ALWAYS done at least 2 things at once… since I was a child!) and half due to having 3 kids. Every birth a woman grows brain neurons in the area of multi-tasking.. cuz you gotta! Juggling multiple kids isn’t really hard, nor exhausting (its not like I’m actually, physically JUGGLING them!!) but it IS mentally challenging. You have to constantly be aware of them, switch gears from one age group to another and balance your orders/reminders/screams with your need to let them be more independent/grow/learn to do it themselves.
Okay… so it is a little exhausting!
And it seems crazy to ADD this type of style to ALL of the aspects of your life. Juggling the care of finances, job, filing, housework, socialization, blogging, dating and every other little niggling “to do” part of your life. But that’s what most of us have done and I’m one of the worst!!
Okay.. not really.. just sometimes it FEELS like I’ve become really BAD at Reality.
Coachella was so wonderful it didn’t really help much with this Bad Reality, either! My kids were ecstatic to see me, even though they had fun at Grandma’s cuz she took them out to breakfast both days. But they tend to really miss Mom. Not just cuz with me they have the house they are used to and my cooking and space to move. Luke revealed they miss the fact I show them love. Which their very Asperger’s “humans are confusing” Dad has a lot of difficulty with.
But that Monday was hectic and crazy. I had to try and get my taxes done, help with homework and take Luke to his shrink apt. And the taxes were NOT cooperating! I was stressed and freaking and finally just finished it in a rush of “cross your fingers”. Add to that I couldn’t FIND the mailing address AND just then my printer began to hiccup problems PLUS the kids are “we’re hungry!” By the time I rushed them all out the door at 7pm to find a post office I was a bundle of adrenaline/stress hormones!
Ah but fickle fate isn’t done with her Bitch.. nooooo! In the rush down the street of our canyon home a deer tries to commit suicide-by-car. Yup! Ran RIGHT across the road in front of my car. GOD those are dumb animals! Squirrels have more sense!
I saw it coming and tried to factor in that it should stop… might serve… Holly Shit It’s going to cross right in front of us!
The boys were all… “What is THAT!” “Oh No!” “What is a DEER doing here!” etc. in the back & front seats. Lovely Fate giving me something NEW to deal with, spice up my life… yeah.. thanks. Then I hear this in the back seat.
Conor: That Deer’s lucky he’s not a squirrel.
Evan: Yeah.. then she would have gunned it.
Luke: Mom, would you really have tried to hit the deer?
Me: Of course not…. that would damage the car too much! Did you see the size of that thing!
Gotta keep the humor up when you’re Fickle Fate’s Bitch!