Life is Art

Today I am distracted, frenetic, lazy, and sad.

I am distracted and frenetic because I don't know how to tackle my many, many to-do list items for our move. People ask the harmless and sweet question, "Are you packing up yet?" to which I think, Holy shit, am I supposed to? I mean, how I do I pack a couch I sit on every day, or clothes I wear? Yet the inevitable fact looms: in just a few days this stuff has to go in one truck and I can't even imagine it.

I am lazy because in some way, my confused activity has resulted in a decidedly non-efficient use of my time. Here's the problem: I know that if I tick off my "to do" list, methodically, stuff will get done. But how can I focus on one "to do" item at a time? No, so much easier to run about my house, hands flopping uselessly in front of me and making "pfft! pfft!" sounds with my mouth.

I am sad because I really miss Fancy our cat and would like to have her home.

I have to hand it to single parents and dual-working parents. Today I got just a taste of the kind of shuffle that must be part of their life. This afternoon my lovely friend Sara babysat my two children for a couple hours and this evening my friends the Creccas babysat my boy for dinner (so Ralph and Sophie could do their swimming lesson). The amount of shuffle-shuffle, do-you-have-a-carseat?, remembering details of who went pee and who's been fed, do-you-have-Sophie's swimsuit? - Holy shit. I think I'll keep my quaint and relatively measured SAHM gig. For now.

Labels: chaos, family life, worries