I’ve been so excited for this week, squiders. The small, mobile ones are back in school (cross your fingers) and I have hours to myself every day to Do Things. And I thought I was going to be so productive! Writing, drawing, editing, you name it, it was getting done.
But here it is Thursday, and I haven’t written at all, I’ve drawn and inked (and half colored) a single picture, and I’m not really sure what I’ve done with the rest of my time.
(I am on top of the critiquing marathon, so that’s something, at least.)
Like today! Today got off to such a great start. I got up and started this blog post, then took both small, mobile ones to their respective schools. And then I picked something up from one of the schools, and ran errands at Target…
…at which point I realized I was 15 minutes late for my blood donation appointment.
I think a lot of it might be because my spouse has been like, oh, great, now you can fertilize the lawn and call the concrete company and clean the kitchen and figure out the doctor and so on and so forth. And I feel like I need to do his stuff, since he asked, but I also resent his taking up all my time with awful chores that were his in the first place because he’s the one with the skills that match those (talking on the phone makes me anxious), so I just mess around and nothing’s getting done.
I realize, of course, that if I would just do things and not stress out about them, things would get done.
ANYWAY
As you might imagine, I’ve been a bit high strung this week due to the difference in preconceived ideas of how the week was going to go versus how it has gone. But it is what it is, and instead of stressing about it, I’ve got to adapt.
Improvise. Adapt. Overcome. As the meme goes.
Unfortunately, it’s just a fact of life that things don’t go according to plan most of the time, and you’ve just got to deal with it.
Be limber. Be flexible.
Normally over the summer I wake up early to write before everyone else gets up, but I can’t do that now unless I get up REALLY early. Which might still be a possibility. My first thought was to write as soon as the small, mobile ones were out, but that’s a really convenient errand time since I’m already out.
I might pick a time and try stopping what I’m doing and going then. Or just whenever I get home.
Anyway, it’ll get sorted, at least until the next schedule change, and then we’ll have to start all over again.
Oh well!
