Now I lay me down to sleep, and not to count a single sheep. For neatly in my mind laid out, are all my chores to brood about.
I don't remember where I first heard that little ditty, but it's always held true for me. The last couple of nights, just as my weary head has finally--gratefully--sunk into the pillows, I've heard a buzzer go off. The panic alarm in the back of my brain. You know the one. "Red alert! Red alert! No time for sleep, there's work to be done!"
Whenever there's an "event", whether it's a holiday or a birthday or something like my son's upcoming First Holy Communion celebration, I panic. Usually for days. And I don't sleep.
I don't have a lot of cooking to do for The Event, I was smart enough to plan on just a few home made things and my mother and in-laws have both asked to bring something to help out. That's fine, I don't mind letting others help.
And there's lots of cleaning to be done--not a big deal, I still have a week and plan to take Thursday and Friday both off from my day job next week to finish anything I don't get to during the beginning of the week. I am a Flybaby, after all, (not a very good one, mind you, but I try and that's all that counts. LOL) so I know how to take baby steps and do things in small doses.
It's the day job, the writing deadlines and the promoting that's tipping the scales too far in the wrong direction, LOL. Add to that I've been walking for an hour every day, something I really, really need to do, not just for myself, but for my dog and my kids, who get dragged along on these walks, and there's more time out of my day. I've been able to fit that hour in small doses, walking the kids to school -- ten minutes up, ten minutes back, twice a day. That's forty minutes. Plus a good walk for the dog that's usually between 20-30 minutes, and I've easily gotten that hour in. I feel better, I'm not dragging in the middle of the day and I'm falling to sleep faster at night. (If only I could stay asleep!) So this is not something I want to push aside, because I know I'll never get back to it.
Usually fitting it all in is never an issue for me. I stick to my schedule and things gets done. But the house is still not quite put back together from the painting marathon (simply put: everything I can put back in place has been taken care of. It's the big stuff--y'know, the "guy" stuff my husband has to help with, like hanging shelves and big pictures, that hasn't been done. Big surprise there!) The warm weather hasn't helped becuase now every night after the dh gets home, instead of being available for all those little "honey do" things I've saved up, he's working in the yard. (If you've read my blog for very long you know I'm a Lawn Widow. Once the warm weather comes, I no longer have a husband. I have a man obsessed with weeds, dandelions and whether or not the neighbor's grass is greener or lusher than his.) Is it too much to ask for a couple of good, rainy days around here in the month of April?????
Since The Model Man came out at the end of last month, I've had trouble keeping up. I usually devote my Fridays to promoting and blogging and reading other blogs, but that means squeezing more work into the other four days, sometimes spilling into the weekends. (And the one week I didn't promote--The Model Man slipped from #1 to #2 for TWRP sales at Fictionwise. Coincidence? I don't think so!!!)
Anyway, this isn't much of a blog so much as it is a vent, LOL, and it occurs to me that while I'm sitting here sniveling, I could be writing or working.
But tell me...when things pile up on you and you need to get out from under, how do you cope? Get up an hour earlier? Stay up later? Dive in and do a marathon job of catching up?
I probably won't blog much between now and The Big Day, so I'll be back sometime soon afterward to let you know how it all went.
Wish me luck!