I am having one of those stretch of weeks where I just can't figure out where I'm going to breathe. I'm moving forward across the water. I'm still swimming. But about every other stroke a wave hits me in the face just as I'm turning for a gulp of air and I sputter.
This summer has been so busy. I keep thinking fall will be better.
(I don't know if that optimism is naive or if it's a necessary survival mechanism.)
I also think that maybe this is just my life right now. Trying to keep all my people happy, healthy, and alive--it's a big job. It should be a big job. There is no list of helpful hints or nifty hacks to magically make the task of taking care of....oh, call it 15 people who are really, through love or duty, part of my charge in life....easier.
I think most days I'm hitting the important points--late night popcorn dates with the Kid, early morning runs over the river, maybe a quiet moment with Sweet Husband at the end of the week. But I can't help but longingly wish for an afternoon to organize the basement and scrub the floor under Little Miss's high chair, for all the laundry to be done at the same time, for a whole day of not re-fighting battles that I thought had already been won.
Could someone please just send me some sort of genie or maybe a fairy godmother to take care of that?