The busy season is here, and it always, ALWAYS, sneaks up on me.
You’d think I’d be ready, with the planning, the seeds already growing, the research, the mad dashes of spring cleaning. I should be ready. Until the day spring actually arrives, or is it summer, or are we still in winter? I have no friggen idea what season we’re in. Forst in the morning, tornadoes in the afternoon and 80* temps in the evening… I’m not sure Mother Nature has a clue either.
Back to the point, I thought I was prepared, until I woke up this morning, stood outside and noticed everything went ahead and hurried without me. Weeds are growing, the grass is thick and needs a mowing beyond the goat, the branches on the lawn have multiplied… wasn’t everything dead and brown last week? Didn’t I just have a head start on ALL of THIS?!
And how do I always have MORE dishes sitting in the sink when I haven’t even been home?!
And didn’t I just finish all the laundry, yesterday?!
Whatever season this really is, it is the beginning of the infamous “Emily runs around in circles” season. Garden, Animals, regular lawn stuff, minions, blog (I have three *headoven*), book editing, reading, my list of 101 in 365, daily domestic stuff… and what can I possibly let go of? What can I throw to the wayside?
And did someone really just invite me to an “important” event via facebook, again?!
Thank gawd for coffee, and thank gawd for a six-year-old who is easily bribed to help out, and thank you app gawds for your .99 cent app games that are thrifty enough for me to bribe said six-year-old with. Did I mention my gratitude for coffee yet?
But despite a calendar with no white space to be found, and the shaky “I’ve had too much coffee” hands, and everything else, I’d rather be busy than be in winter any longer. Which I’m sure I just cursed the entire Midwest to a sudden blizzard of epic proportions. I’m sorry.
So in a hopes to wrap this up, here’s my question of the day:
When will you be here to help? And will you bring more coffee? (or beer? or vodka?)
Coffee and Spellcheck 
Tempting, if it weren’t for that whole “putting me to work” thing. I don’t like gardening, I would rather hold out my bowl and collect the over abundance from neighbors. Cleaning? Like, ick. so, when you are all done I’ll bring the beer and we’ll sit in lounge chairs and admire all your hard work. I want to pet the goat.
Beer would work. When should I pencil you in?