Three Laps Behind

Geez, has it been ten days?

It has been a busy, furious ten days. More rashes, more doctors, more missed work, school, et cetera, and finally a mended bird. An appointment to see my first naturopath. Getting ambitious with menu planning on Saturday and ending up with an abandoned, half-cooked dinner on the stove and a small screeching child crawling up my leg on Monday. Not doing a stitch of laundry, whole family smelling a little stale. Getting a shitty email from the project manager of a shitty freelance job. Falling behind, behind, behind in every category.

In my little black notebook I have about a hundred things scrawled out that I wanted to talk about here, and I still intend to. I was in prime form to rattle off a very meaningful post about work vs. babies under the umbrella of responsibility and guilt (I know, I talk about that all the freaking time), and not being in that moment at this moment, it would only hold a few drops of that meaning tonight. So you're going to have to wait on that.

And here's what I'm about to do: drag another chair into our little computer-slash-piles-of-unwanted-and-homeless-shit room and watch another episode of LOST online with A. Because I'm avoiding this that and the other and because I'm perfectly okay with that.