The Precipice Loometh
I feel like I can't breathe. My house is a complete shambles, I have laundry (both clean and dirty) piled all over my living room, there are no clean cups or bowls or spoons left, the carpet desperately needs to be vacuumed, the kitchen floor is a fully stocked buffet for the resident crickets, and I don't have a clue if homework got done today. And I've been moving non-stop since 5:30am. The pressure is on to have my house picked up-- I have piano students tomorrow, and I will be home for only a couple of hours-- will it be enough? Including the fact that I have flash cards to make for the students?
I wouldn't even be able to sit down and type this, except that I had to take the time out to ice my ankle anyway (for the first time today, even though I'm supposed to do it about 4 times a day, per the doctor's orders).
Oh dear. Something has really gone awry in my life. I need to pare down my to-do list a bit. But how to sort out the good from the necessary from the absolutely critical???
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crazy girl.