No Adulting Today
Good God it's been a shit of a fortnight!! In conjunction with our normally chaotic lives, we have battled man-flu (actually, that was me) coupled with total exhaustion (me again) and a raging case of severe chicken pox (my son, even though, yes, he was immunised). And the more I've seen the "take today by the horns" and "success is judged not by the number of times you fall, but by how many time you get back up" slogans drift across my screen, the more I have stuck my head in the sand and thought "fuck it, I'm not adulting today".
I have not written any posts, done any proper shopping, and have even stopped writing stuff in my diary so as to seemingly ensure my life is guaranteed to run completely off the rails. Clearly I get some weird kick out of sabotaging myself. Usually ever organised and proactive, there is something simultaneously terrifying and liberating about totally forfeiting control of your, and your families, lives. Sadly, it is particularly un-useful to everyone around me and I have slowly come to accept that this is unsustainable.
Once you've let the ball drop however, it is ever so hard to pick it back up again. And at every turn I am bering thwarted, as if the universe is punishing me for daring to flip it the bird.
The first step I took was to order a kick ass diary to get myself organised. I saw as it as a sign from the universe that is started in October, but in these days of instant shipping it has taken a week to arrive!
In a bid to be more social I accepted an invite for an after drop off coffee with a friend. I got back to my car to find my mirror smashed, no note, and the part gone. $350 to replace, thank you very much.
That same day I decided to get some sun to brighten my mood and lay back on the step on our deck...I kid you not, I put my head straight into a potted cactus! Which then got stuck in my hair.
Yesterday, to save some money, I forwent a bought coffee and made my own at home. I put it down while I mopped the floor - which I have been FORCED to do while being stuck at home with my pox ridden son - as of course I can't drink actual hot coffee anymore. Went back for it...my dog had drunk it. Seriously!!!
Just now I have again gone to make myself another home made coffee so I can finally bash out a piece for my much neglected blog, and guess what!? The machine has jammed!!!
Really, its enough to make you say "Fuck it, I'm not adulting today!"!! So, I think I won't.
I shall try again tomorrow.