I've been saying that a lot lately. "Huh? What did you say?" Since we got back from our Old Man's Cave trip, I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off, and then it spins around like a top and it hasn't stopped since.
I've trained my eyes to focus on what I'm concentrating on and allowing my other eye to look at someone else who's trying to have a conversation with me while words to someone else is coming out of my mouth. All along I'm trying to complete the task at hand. Looking at two different things does nothing. The brain is only trained to focus on one thing at a time, but my brain won't accept that.
A good friend told me one day, "Hun, you can't multitask anymore because you're already multitasking a million other things right now and you can't add anything else." Oh, how I love her! You know who you are!
So for two weeks, I've been nonstop. So overwhelmed, I completely forgot about my Happiness Project. We somehow slipped into the exciting world of gymnastics, which has now been added to the schedule of Girl Scouts, violin lessons, Safety Patrol, and study groups. I'm now down to one free night a week, and that's if I'm lucky.
That's when it hit me, out of the blue and I thought to myself, "Hey! You were going to sign yourself up for tap lessons!" Just when I was trying to keep the schedule as simple as possible, we added one more thing and blew my little Happiness Project goal out of the water. Honestly, it's okay. Once school is over, we'll be down to two activities per week and maybe I can squeeze a tap lesson or two in there for me.
As if a crazy, busy schedule wasn't enough, I get to add the role of Referee to my list of duties. I can honestly tackle this schedule with success if I didn't have a child who cries over everything, one that complains about the child crying over everything, arguments every two minutes by fighting siblings and kids who can't do a one-minute task in one minute. It's that time of year where everyone is trying to squeeze everything in at once before school lets out and if I think too much about what's on my schedule, I will simply breakdown and cry. So I take it one day at a time, one minute at a time and try to avoid those conversations that start out with, "Hey Jill! You know what would be fun....?" "Hey Jill! You know what we should do...?" "Hey Jill! Let's sign our kids up together for...." "Hey Jill....."
Hang in there with me. I might need a rope to pull me out of this sinking schedule hole, but as I check To-Do's off my list, I'll find more time to write.