I’ve been busier than a fox in a chicken coop. I won’t bore you with the list as long as my arm but my cup is overflowing. When I’m overloaded some things have to go and unfortunately the blog is the first victim, followed by meals and personal hygiene, not necessarily in that order.
The shop is busy, that’s great and no complaints there. It’s my personal life that’s clogging the drain. I like being busy at the shop, it makes the day fly and it’s stimulating but I don’t like a high octane ride at home, I want that to be slow paced and relaxing, a slow walking clip. My personal life is crazy, I can hardly believe it’s that hectic, if not for being in the middle of all this chaos, I wouldn’t believe it myself! It’s exhausting being me when my hubby is away and it doesn’t get much better when he’s home, then we’re both nuts. Our life is too big for any two people too handle, with too many obligations, too much plate heaped too excess.
Sometimes I think it would be great to have nothing to do, be a stay at home housewife or retired with only the daily chores to attend too and a bit of crafting on the side. Be a little old bumpkin in the country or a proud underachiever, someone who only ventures a short distance from home for provisions and lives each day in a kitchen with a lazy boy and TV not far from the table. No expectations, no desire for excitement, just waiting it out watching game shows and the weather channel. I would kill for a few days like this so my brain could rest, where the only thing pressing is what’s for dinner?
It’s good to be busy, it keeps life interesting but the degree to which I am referring is like a 600 lb woman trying to squeeze into slim sized hosiery. It’s impossible! Every day is a struggle to balance it all and still have enough energy to lift a fork to my mouth or brush my teeth. No friggin wonder I don’t sleep in this torturous morning and evening grind.
The only time I’m perfectly happy is when I’m at work, concentrating on what needs doing and temporarily forget my personal obligations. When it all boils down, my work is fun and I go there to play, too bad I can’t say that about my home life. Every single day, there are at least three things that need addressing or handling and it’s always, chop, chop do it now. Someone needs this, someone wants that. There aren’t enough hours for me to do it all. I’m not Ivana Trump for goodness sake, if only I were. I’ll bet she has people. I need people. If I was rich....if I could win the lottery or get an out of the blue call that some unknown uncle died and left me a bundle, first thing on the list would be a PA. Someone to delegate to and send on errands, shovel snow, laundry, dishes, sit in on my appointments, interview potential tenants, reply to personal emails, return calls from all the answering machine flashes, grocery shop, bring in firewood, do all the hardware shopping for our renovation, crack fill walls, paint, clean up, take the car in for the recall servicing and at some point get the winter tires off, my god I hope that will happen and soon, trips back and forth the airport, accountant appointments, groom pups, maybe stand in for my pap test, someone to take care of me so I can save what’s left of my hair and keep my heart from pounding out of my chest from all the rushing around and the stress of being me. I think it is time to make some changes, at this point in our lives it should be getting easier. We need to dump some of our responsibilities to loosen the noose. Hopefully by summer things will begin to slow down because there is going to be a boat in the harbour beckoning us to sail the beautiful and peaceful waters of Mahone Bay.
So I haven't had much time to hook lately but I'm rounding the corner with only a bit of background to go. I hope to finish it tonight with the phone off the hook. I'm anxious to start K next in a Khaki/Beige/Taupe palette. I love how the U turned out. It's vibrant and makes a statement. I kept it red, white and blue as a tribute to our south of the border friends.
The shop is busy, that’s great and no complaints there. It’s my personal life that’s clogging the drain. I like being busy at the shop, it makes the day fly and it’s stimulating but I don’t like a high octane ride at home, I want that to be slow paced and relaxing, a slow walking clip. My personal life is crazy, I can hardly believe it’s that hectic, if not for being in the middle of all this chaos, I wouldn’t believe it myself! It’s exhausting being me when my hubby is away and it doesn’t get much better when he’s home, then we’re both nuts. Our life is too big for any two people too handle, with too many obligations, too much plate heaped too excess.
Sometimes I think it would be great to have nothing to do, be a stay at home housewife or retired with only the daily chores to attend too and a bit of crafting on the side. Be a little old bumpkin in the country or a proud underachiever, someone who only ventures a short distance from home for provisions and lives each day in a kitchen with a lazy boy and TV not far from the table. No expectations, no desire for excitement, just waiting it out watching game shows and the weather channel. I would kill for a few days like this so my brain could rest, where the only thing pressing is what’s for dinner?
It’s good to be busy, it keeps life interesting but the degree to which I am referring is like a 600 lb woman trying to squeeze into slim sized hosiery. It’s impossible! Every day is a struggle to balance it all and still have enough energy to lift a fork to my mouth or brush my teeth. No friggin wonder I don’t sleep in this torturous morning and evening grind.
The only time I’m perfectly happy is when I’m at work, concentrating on what needs doing and temporarily forget my personal obligations. When it all boils down, my work is fun and I go there to play, too bad I can’t say that about my home life. Every single day, there are at least three things that need addressing or handling and it’s always, chop, chop do it now. Someone needs this, someone wants that. There aren’t enough hours for me to do it all. I’m not Ivana Trump for goodness sake, if only I were. I’ll bet she has people. I need people. If I was rich....if I could win the lottery or get an out of the blue call that some unknown uncle died and left me a bundle, first thing on the list would be a PA. Someone to delegate to and send on errands, shovel snow, laundry, dishes, sit in on my appointments, interview potential tenants, reply to personal emails, return calls from all the answering machine flashes, grocery shop, bring in firewood, do all the hardware shopping for our renovation, crack fill walls, paint, clean up, take the car in for the recall servicing and at some point get the winter tires off, my god I hope that will happen and soon, trips back and forth the airport, accountant appointments, groom pups, maybe stand in for my pap test, someone to take care of me so I can save what’s left of my hair and keep my heart from pounding out of my chest from all the rushing around and the stress of being me. I think it is time to make some changes, at this point in our lives it should be getting easier. We need to dump some of our responsibilities to loosen the noose. Hopefully by summer things will begin to slow down because there is going to be a boat in the harbour beckoning us to sail the beautiful and peaceful waters of Mahone Bay.
So I haven't had much time to hook lately but I'm rounding the corner with only a bit of background to go. I hope to finish it tonight with the phone off the hook. I'm anxious to start K next in a Khaki/Beige/Taupe palette. I love how the U turned out. It's vibrant and makes a statement. I kept it red, white and blue as a tribute to our south of the border friends.
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