Boogers on the Wall

I am drowning.

I have about eighty things I have to do this week and I keep forgetting forty of them.

I went to bed at midnight Tuesday night. Then got up at 5:30 a.m. Wednesday morning after tossing and turning for several hours while my 2-year-old alternated kicking my face (yes she was in my bed again) and hollering out sporadically for a drink. Why did I get up before the sun? Because my crazy puppy needed to go outside.

Honestly it was probably a good thing I got up early so I could get a jump start on all the stuff I have going on. But it only added extra exhaustion to my bone-tired body.

From going back to school, to responsibilities with my church to PTA activities I’m helping with and school functions for my kids, I am drowning.

I am living in a never-ending sea of activity. And I just keep swimming blindly. Those of you who know me well, you know that I can’t swim.

I try, but I fail. I float for half a second and then I sink.

I try to be organized but I just can’t seem to pull things together. Last week I forgot to show up to volunteer in my oldest son’s classroom like I have been doing every Wednesday for the past six months.

This week I showed up twenty minutes late to a field trip because I got the starting time wrong.

I ordered four gallons of milk with my online grocery order yesterday. FOUR! We drink a lot of milk, but come on.

I am completely losing it.

So tonight I’m going to skip a formal blog post. I just don’t have it in me.

I’ve never hidden my imperfections on this blog and I don’t want to start now. I don’t want to write something fancy and polished when my life is a complete hurricane.

I want to be completely real. My floor needs vacuuming. My underwear needs washing. I need to sort through the mountain of junk mail and school papers that keeps growing exponentially and I need to find am indoor location to do a couple of photo shoots this weekend because it won’t stop snowing. I have no idea how this is all going to come together.

But somehow I’ll make it through.

Meanwhile, I’m going to drown my sorrows with a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup and a glass of milk. We all know I have plenty of that to spare.