I spuddle.

Here’s the thing:  I am trying not to be so busy.   I am always so busy (especially now that I’m babysitter-free due to The Single Most Ridiculous Teen Angst Drama in the History of The Planet Earth) and as a result, I run around feeling all the time like I’m LATE (this is because I usually am late) and then instead of slowing down and just enjoying life, damn it, I’m in SUCH A HURRY that I realize suddenly that I’ve forgotten what I’ve done all day but it was all done in a huge rush and I didn’t get done even 10% of what I should have done.

It’s killing me.

So this is me, slowing down.   ON THE RECORD.

I am writing this on my blog to remind me (and you, because I am here to TELL YOU WHAT TO DO) that it’s much easier to breathe if you aren’t always trying to do 8000 things in a day and that the world will keep turning even if you are a bit late in your rewrites and the inside of the fridge is sort of gross and you have five bags of stuff to take to donate and the kids want to go to the museum and you haven’t uploaded any pictures for a week and you really should finish that bulletin board project so that pictures don’t have to be taped all over the walls and actually you should most of all be WORKING because the book is due in June and that other one is SO CLOSE to being finished that you should just get it done FIRST and money doesn’t grow on trees which reminds you that  you have to call the tree guy to see about having the trees pruned and that big branch removed so the vegetables aren’t in the shade and ALSO the vegetable garden needs to be cleared out and prepped for planting and what about the weeding and the fact that from the outside, the house looks like a crack den or at least the home of someone so elderly they can’t be bothered anymore with appearances and really you should clean the stairs at least or probably paint them and those dead leaves all over the front lawn are from LAST FALL and it’s already spring and maybe the kids should know how to read already so you should teach them and OMG there is just NO TIME for any of this so instead of doing any of it you should just sit around and feel overwhelmed and then go to the rec centre and check your blood pressure just in case the idea of all that you have to do that you haven’t done (laundry! the dishes!  the beds! the kids’ drawers which are full of too-small clothes! OH AND THE WORK!) is giving you a coronary.

Here’s the plan:  I’m going to do a bit of work while The Birdy watches Shark Tale for the tenth time (she likes the music for dancing purposes) and then we’re going to play/work in the garden.   That’s all.   Our entire day.    Maybe there will be some sparkly princess dresses, too.   And probably Play-Doh.

STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES.   That’s an order.   Granted, the roses need to be pruned first and haven’t actually bloomed yet, but you don’t have to be so literal.   Just go sniff the weeds and try not to feel too depressed about the fact that there are so many of them.   Sniffing weeds, smelling roses =  same thing, really.   But don’t do it very vigorously because the other day I went to blow a dandelion clock for The Birdy (and to spread the plague of dandelions further over our mostly-moss and weed “lawn”) and I inhaled one accidentally and it hurt for about two hours and now I secretly believe that there is an actual dandelion growing in my lung.   You laugh now but will you still be laughing when you see the X-ray?   I THINK NOT.

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