I've got no pithy title for Thursdays anymore. My brain is scattered with everything going on right now. This time of year always makes me a little crazy, and with the release of Never Eighteen in a few months, um, crazy has turned into hysterical. School, soccer, drivers ed, book everything, revising Sad, planning a release, marketing. Too much at once.
I took three naps last week.
I don't nap.
No, seriously, anyone who knows me can tell you I'm not a napper. I hate napping because there are other things I could be doing. But I think my body was rebelling against the perpetual motion. It screamed, "Slow the f#@% down!!!!"
So I hired a Girl Friday. Yep. I did. Can I afford it? Probably not, but I need to keep my sanity. And I need to get things done. But when you have a day job, then have to drive your kids various places until 7 pm with soccer games on the weekend, time is fleeting, and I'm too tired to work on book stuff.
She starts Monday. I've hired her mostly to drive my children around, but she'll also do light cleaning, yard work, errands etc, etc. I'm pretty stoked about this. It almost makes me feel important. Almost, but not quite.
So, it's already Monday, huh? Sigh. Last week was exhausting. I'm blaming stress and constant motion. The never ending battle to get things done, which never really happens does it. There is always something to do, somewhere to drive to, someone to see.
I napped.
I never nap.
I napped three times last week.
And why the stress you ask? The book thing. Trying to revise and not finding the time. The kids. Driving them to the ends of the earth and back. Them not cleaning up their crap. It gets to me to the point where I pop some blood vessels and my brain explodes.
So, if you'll excuse me, I have to go check out one kids soccer tryouts, pick the other up from soccer practice, take her to drivers ed for an hour, then pick her up and take her to her other soccer practice. I shall then collapse.
Did you notice I haven't blogged the last few days? That's called burn out. Not necessarily blog burnout, just burn out in general. Driving the kids this way and that, working, cleaning. I'm so tired I've napped twice this week.
I don't nap.
Ever.
I'm hoping I get rejuvenated over the weekend. There's too much to do.
I've got on my kids asses too about helping out before I go insane. I wrote a manifesto I called the New World Order, about them picking up after themselves, and helping out in general without me having to ask, and doing their homework.
I don't know if it will work. I've already found the lid to some peaches, a water bottle, a box of fishy crackers and a pear jar, and dishes in the sink.
They will have no life until everything is picked up. And I'm also checking grades online today. Any missing assignments and they will not only not have a life, but they will also not have an iPod, computer, or tv.
It's called taking a walk kids.
It's called cleaning your room kids.
It's called reading a book kids.
Sigh.
Motherhood.
I think I need to vlog today.
Happy Friday y'all.
Friday Nibbles (seriously, I need a new name for these):
Random iPod shuffle song: Sympathy by the Goo Goo Dolls
Book of the Week: You know what it is, I've read a little this week, and the book is wonderful, but I just don't have the time!! OyMG by Amy Fellner Dominy.
I almost forgot it was Monday! I'm back from seclusion. A weekend at the beach where mostly I just worked worked worked, with intermittent walks on the beach and a trip to the casino.
I wrote out 169 postcards, dropped bookmarks off at the local bookstore and library, edited the 2k12 video, finished a first draft of a discussion guide for teachers and book clubs, wrote out lists for my release parties, wrote a poem, caught up on all my emails, and packaged up swag, books, etc, to send out. The postcards were the big think. Glad to have those all written out.
The walks on the beach really offered me not only exercise, but clarity. I've been in a little bit of a haze lately, and though maybe I've not solved anything, I'm thinking more clearly I think. And the big, bloated, dead seal is still on the beach and I accidentally got downwind of it. Ew! Stink!
I think that's all I've got today. Have a glorious Labor Day. Rest your butts off! I'm going to. I've done enough work this week. It's sunny and warm here in Tacoma. I'm going to enjoy it because it could change at any given moment. I mean, it IS September.
Okay, first off, who likes the new blogger look? I'm trying to use it, but I think I prefer the old. Why does everything have to change? I fear change.
Okay, I'm in seclusion. I have tons of work to do. Put swag packs together, write 5 million postcards, send arcs, work on a discussion guide, make lists, and hopefully, some revisions.
I have three days. (I did a little last night, but I also made a video and had a 2k12 twitter chat last night, plus I was pooped) I'm thinking with very little distraction (I am going to move away from the computer soon). I should be able to get most if not everything done. Oh yeah, and I'm going to visit a couple bookstores and the library here and drop off some book marks.
That's it. I have too much to do today.
Friday Nibbles. (I don't like the name nibbles, anyone got any other ideas?)
by Amy Fellner Dominy
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