Wanted: Time Machine, cheap
There simply aren’t enough seconds in the minutes in the hours in the day to accomplish everything that needs to get accomplished. I prioritize and organize, forego sleep, eating lunch, and housework, but still can’t seem to accomplish everything that needs to be done. (For the sake of full disclosure, I will admit that skipping the housework doesn’t bother me much, though it probably displeases my family. I am notorious for doing anything else besides housework…taking apart and reassembling SUVs, erecting small structures in the back yard, reconfiguring the heating and cooling systems in the entire house, whatever it takes to get out of washing a dish. But, as usual, I digress.)
I feel like a cat juggler these days. (Insert mental clip here of Steve Martin juggling cats in The Jerk. “Good lord! I’ve heard about this!”) (Clarification: I’m not talking about juggling anything near the size of the monstrously fat cat who lays around our house presenting a hazard to bipedal navigation. Trying to heft anything of that scale is a veritable impossibility. Sorry. Digressing again.) To toss a few more metaphors out there, I‘ve got too many irons in the fire; I’m wearing too many hats. Maybe I’ll change my name to Bartholomew Cubbins of The 500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins. Trying to be a designer, writer, marketer, wife, and mom is exhausting, and no matter what anyone tries to tell you, you can’t do it all at once. You have to move from one thing to the other on the fly, and sometimes that’s hard. It is very like juggling. And since the items being juggled often don’t want to be juggled and sometimes hiss and scratch, the analogy to cat juggling is a good one.
So, in light of this excess of responsibilities and dearth of time in which to take care of them all, I’m in the market for a time travel device of some sort. In honor of my husband’s favorite movie, I’m leaning toward a Delorean, but a phone booth or a Hermione-esque time turner would work as well. If you have anything like that in the garage collecting dust, let me know.
Song in my head, relentlessly tormenting me for over a week now: The Prince Ali parade song from Aladdin. Where did that come from???
I feel like a cat juggler these days. (Insert mental clip here of Steve Martin juggling cats in The Jerk. “Good lord! I’ve heard about this!”) (Clarification: I’m not talking about juggling anything near the size of the monstrously fat cat who lays around our house presenting a hazard to bipedal navigation. Trying to heft anything of that scale is a veritable impossibility. Sorry. Digressing again.) To toss a few more metaphors out there, I‘ve got too many irons in the fire; I’m wearing too many hats. Maybe I’ll change my name to Bartholomew Cubbins of The 500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins. Trying to be a designer, writer, marketer, wife, and mom is exhausting, and no matter what anyone tries to tell you, you can’t do it all at once. You have to move from one thing to the other on the fly, and sometimes that’s hard. It is very like juggling. And since the items being juggled often don’t want to be juggled and sometimes hiss and scratch, the analogy to cat juggling is a good one.
So, in light of this excess of responsibilities and dearth of time in which to take care of them all, I’m in the market for a time travel device of some sort. In honor of my husband’s favorite movie, I’m leaning toward a Delorean, but a phone booth or a Hermione-esque time turner would work as well. If you have anything like that in the garage collecting dust, let me know.
Song in my head, relentlessly tormenting me for over a week now: The Prince Ali parade song from Aladdin. Where did that come from???
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