From where I sit I see my glass of Malbec…half empty. It’s my second glass. I usually have only one, if that, but tonight feels like it warrants two. It’s been one of those weeks. I’m tired and grumpy and I’ve run out of steam. It’s a half-empty moment.
Today my brain feels saturated with to-do lists that won’t quit, schedules that won’t stretch, and way too many demands. At school it’s write this, plan this, schedule this, organize this, and don’t forget to assess both this and that followed by scoring, entering, and more planning. My desk, which has been pretty tidy for about 2 months, is in crisis mode. Sad to say, my house is not much better. So at home, the demands continue. Don’t forget to call her back, pay that, schedule this, empty that, clean that, unload, fold and organize it all. Oh, and don’t forget the FAFSA update! There’s no respite. My profile picture should be Edvard Munch’s Scream. Ahhhh!
From where I sit, I see way too many rebukes. Piles of unopened mail, mounds of unmatched socks, debris, and clutter. Bags of schoolwork filled with papers, dutifully toted home, but untouched. Even my unpetted cat who lies, curled and resigned, next to me. I can’t keep up and I just want to run away and grab a book and sink into my amazing, wonderful bed, burrow under my mound of feathered blankets and wave the white flag of surrender. I give up! I can’t do it all. But for right now, I take another sip of Malbec, sigh, and open my up my e-mail account. What do you do when you keep pulling yourself up by the bootstraps and your bootstraps are threatening to break?