Juggling

C'mon, admit it, you kinda hated those geeks who juggled back in college. Or played hacky-sack in the West Mall. At least I did, because those activities required a level of eye-hand-foot coordination that I can't muster even on my best days. (And I'll step out on a limb and mention the patchouli-stank danger and potential for Phish...) Anyway, there's too much to juggle around here and it's making me a tad cranky. The house stuff is really starting to settle in, though there are still lingering remodeling issues to deal with and filing for the insurance reimbursals (which can't be done until the dang remodelers finish everything...) Now we've rolled into figuring out all the mountains of STUFF you're supposed to need for a wee 7-8lb baby, and it's daunting to say the least. I feel like people are kindly looking to me, asking "do you need a flapdoodle?" and "are you gonna do blah blah blah?" Cuz I'm the future Mom and we're supposed to know these things? Huh? I've never had a baby. I don't know. I'm not even sure what a flapdoodle is for! And let's just not talk about the garden and yard, shall we? We haven't had a chance to mow in about a month. The weeds are taking over in the back, eroding my hours and hours of work last summer and winter. I can hear the bermuda grass laughing at me with it's nasal little voice. But I mean, really? When is there time to do it all? There's just not. I'm on the edge of sanity as it is, desperate for a weekend without stuff we HAVE to do. It's only going to get worse. People, the kid isn't even born yet. I'm in big trouble. Okay, okay, breathe... focus on the positive. There's lots of that. The kitchen rocks. M is awesome. I have plenty of work to do, so I should be able to earn my maternity leave. The new ceiling fan is bitchin'. Our friends are great. One thing at a time. Knock down the next boppy clown that springs up in the path. And to hell with juggling.