When i’m home alone with the kids, I am the queen of multitasking. Single handedly keeping two kids from destroying the house and throwing each other from lofty heights, while cooking, throwing in a load of laundry, and answering a text message. All in one fell swoop!
When it comes to things of another nature- it appears once i’m focused on one thing, everything else goes by the wayside. I seem to get absorbed into and then lost in whatever i’m doing and the rest of life gets backed up on me.
Take for instance… the laundry. How does laundry seem so important to fold or hang and put away when i’m deeply immersed in writing my book? Doesn’t seem like such a big deal to let it pile up on the floor next to the dresser when I have a goal of finishing this book and for a while it seemed like nothing could stop the massive roll I was on (283 pages and counting. pre-editing of course). It got so bad that today literally half of our living room was blocked by a 2 foot stack high of clothes. So big that the boys thought it was the funnest thing on earth to jump into them like it was a pile of leaves. It took something like 2 hours to get it all sorted and (mostly) put away. You don’t even want to know how much I have left waiting to be hung in the closet.. WHY did I ever get into the habit of hanging ALL of my clothes? Pain in my own ass.
That wasn’t the only thing I really let get behind because I was so focused on the book… but really listing all the examples seems a little boring if you ask me.
Once the Disney trip got set in stone (still looking for recommendations and advice there!)… I went Disney crazy. Researching, reading, booking dinner reservations, talking with the other family that is going about what to do and when and how it’s all going to come together and travel arrangements and everything that goes into a Disney vacation… and guess what got slightly forgotten about?
Yep. My book. My poor sad book has been neglected for about half a week. I’ve written things for it here and there, and edited a few things that popped into my head to change- but it’s definitely not gotten as much work done as the past 2 months. I don’t think I can fully place the blame on Disney (mostly, but not fully). Part of it has to go to a little bit of hesitance and procrastination because of hesitance. The book, rough draft anyways, is dangerously close to being done. I’m on what I think will be the last chapter (I do have one last idea, just not sure I can make it fit). Which means this is IT. It’s coming to a close, and I suppose i’m a little nervous about finishing it and how it all came together. And I really am not looking forward to the editing process! I am bad at making decisions on things to cut, especially my own words and things I thought should go in the book but may be extraneous.
So much to do right now! So much going on, and my lack of ability to pull them all off at once is really bugging me out! Will I ever finish the book? Will I get all the reservations and plans completed for Disney before the trip comes along? Will it all be done WELL? How high will the stack of my clothes on the floor actually get before I ever make the time to hang it all up??
17 Stupidly Impossible Things our Kids Think we can do that we… well… can’t. goo.gl/fb/RrkM47
The fact that this is accurate for my life means it's finally happened: I've become my mother. pic.twitter.com/xrIGOoM5Q9
Vacation season is upon is! This is just your friendly reminder that trips with kids are NOT vacations. holdinholden.com/2016/03/vaca…
If you've ever dreamed of having a smaller, angrier version of yourself that you have to argue with over booger eating, kids are for you.
Repeat for infinity while yelling "I JUST CLEANED THAT" pic.twitter.com/pmfEpm3hJU
I love it when my kid is proud of his new accomplishments. I just wish he wouldn't come into my room at 5am to yell them at me while I sleep
Don't grow up- it's a trap! holdinholden.com/2017/05/10-w…
FYI: When I said "enough with the cold weather! It's MAY! Give us heat!" I didn't mean that I wanted to take a vacation to Satan's anus.
10 Ways Childhood is WAY BETTER than Adulthood goo.gl/fb/j0vnoQ