I was frustrated this morning. One couldn’t find his shoes, but wouldn’t really look for them, and the other one needed me to sign these papers “right now”, papers that were supposed to be given to me last week. I may have snapped. Then I may have worried about snapping the rest of the morning. I may still be worried about it right now.
So many things to do. Piles and stacks and lists fill my brain. I start note after note to get them out so that they will be somewhere. Somewhere besides inside my head. I mark things off and add things on.
Clean the refrigerator.
Deliver the Girl Scout cookies.
Load the dishwasher.
Defrost the chicken for dinner.
Scrub the bathrooms.
Fold the laundry.
It never ends. Everything just keeps coming, and there is more and more and more and… not enough. Not enough of me.
And so I get frustrated. And I snap. And I feel guilty. And I add to the list.
Apologize for snapping.
This post was written for Just Write, which is what I did. I sat down and I just wrote.