Plant My Carrots Now...How 'Bout Now?

Wow, you would think I had a job or something with how busy I have been lately. I guess I am just easily distracted. I can only do three thousand things at once and this was three thousand and one. It had to go. I am happily writing this just minutes after dropping Max off at his friends house. His friends family are headed up to their grandparents cabin for the next three days! Can you believe it? My child, who will not let me out of his sight for more than a few minutes, is gone for three whole days. I hope he will behave. I'm sure he will be fine. He saves all of the best tantrums for me, isn't that sweet? On Sunday I am supposed to bring him and his brother and sister to summer camp in Clintonville. We are planning on picking him up on the way somewhere in Shawano and then driving down to the camp. I say "supposed to" because I know my child. He says he will be fine going straight to camp after being away from home for three days, but he has promised me things before and threw such a fit afterwards that he got his way. I hope that is not going to happen. I'm sure the people at the camp are used to kids who don't like being away from home and should be able to handle him...I hope. That's just me being a disaster theorist again. I think about the worst possible outcome and when it turns out to be not so bad I feel like it is actually good. Yes, I am stupid enough to trick myself into believing things that aren't necessarily true. Or does that make me unbelievably smart? It's not that funny. So, I am trying to figure out what I am going to do for the next couple of days. This might be even better than when I leave to get some peace and quiet. Maybe I can actually get some things accomplished around the house. I've always said that if I had a Saturday or two a month where the kids were occupied somewhere besides with me, that I might actually not lose my mind. You would think that wouldn't be too much to ask. Especially when I deal with them and all of their needs 24/7/365. Except for the one week a year when I go to Florida with my sisters and a stray evening once in a while when I feel the need to go out and not take them with me. I guess it is too much because it hasn't happened yet. I can't believe how good some people have it. Not that I don't think they should get help from their husbands, I do. It's just that they get help and still complain and I get no help and feel totally guilty when I do complain. So I'll stop. Eddie and Lex are bugging me to come and plant carrots with them. Eddie has been in here about fifteen times asking me, "When we are going to plant our carrots?"," Is it time to plant the carrots?", "Where are we going plant the carrots?", "Why can't we plant the carrots now?". I guess I had better just go plant the darned carrots. With my luck, Eddie is just going to take over for Max and need me twice as much as normal and the weekend will be no different than usual. Other than the fact that I, yet again, had an expectation (of a little less stress and a little more quiet) that was so way beyond the realm of reality, it was ludicrous. Oh great, now she's asked sixteen times. Gotta go! Time, tide and Eddie wait for no man.

Crossroads or Crosswords?

I am finding it really hard to get on here this summer, I wonder why? I truly can't figure it out other than I have had a serious bout of temporary insanity that took me a good week to shake. I would have filled everyone in on my adventures, but then you would all know too much and I would have to kill you. I'm just kidding...I think. Max is finally in summer school. I am so happy that he likes it. He is not thrilled about a whole lot of things. I figured I would have to fight with him every morning just to get him up and ready for the bus. Other than this morning, he has been up at six and we've gotten out the door by 7. Today was the exception and totally my fault since I over slept and we got up at seven. Needless to say, he missed the bus and I had to drive him all the way to Red Smith school, which is a good twenty minute drive. I figured that since I was already that far from home I might as well stop and see my parents. I went in intending to just stay a few minutes. I was lucky to get out by 1 p.m. Once my Mom starts, it's an endless stream of things that she needs help with. I am happy to do them for her and luckily today, I had the time. Just for starters she wanted a Yorkie picture put in as her face book profile picture, yeah, I know... scary that my Mom's on face book. Then she needed her cable channels fixed...again. And then she wanted me to figure out why she couldn't find one of her friends on face book. She said he had sent her an e-mail asking her to join his list. He was on something called life story or some such thing so the reason she couldn't find him is because she was looking on a completely different website. These things would have been doable in an hour or so tops, but then she came out with the dreaded crossword puzzle. She has been talking about this puzzle for weeks. She said it is the "hardest one she has ever seen". She should know because she does the "puzzle" religiously. I've been busy, so I've been able to avoid the inevitable "just take a peek at it I'm sure you have to know some of these answers", until now. I spent almost four hours looking at this stupid thing. First, I had to see if I could do it on my own, that didn't work. I started looking things up on the Internet. I have to be pretty hard up to do that. I couldn't find anything. I was minutes away from cheating and just searching for the solution and writing the answers in for her. I would be the "goddess of all crosswords". Knowing me, I wouldn't be able to pull it off because I am such a horrible liar. I finally conceded the fact that I could not help her. The really sad thing is if she had just looked in the paper the next day the answers would have been there and she could have saved herself countless hours of mind-numbing droning over something as trivial as a crossword puzzle. Although given the fact that I spent a good chunk of my day doing the exact same thing, I guess I shouldn't be her judge. I am guilty of the same crimes. Once I set my mind to something there is no stopping me until I have figured it out. I wonder if this might be why I never get anything done? I am unable to do anything without putting my full attention towards it. Who can do that when there are so many things being thrown at us day after day? It would be a miracle if we could focus all of our attention on any one thing. I am going to have to start finding little chunks of time to allot to doing part of something and be happy with any progress made and maybe eventually I will turn around and there will be something substantial there. Any effort would be an improvement. The potential to create and thrive is still there. I need to find my drive and determination again. Crossroads or crosswords they both need level headed thinking and concrete choices. Like my Mom with her "hardest one she's ever seen" crossword, I hope can keep reasoning and plugging away until my puzzle is complete, no matter how long that takes. I'm pretty sure I'll solve it...eventually.