Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

Whilst attempting to converse with a friend today, my mind flashed back on a message board post I’d read quite a while back. I realized that I was having a moment JUST like the one she posted about, and that this “literary device” is the main reason for my inability to carry on a face-to-face conversation. When writing an email or blog post, I can get up if I need to, save it to draft, and pick up my train of thought again when the children are abed. On the (very rare) kid-free occassions when I’m having an “IRL” conversation, I stop, lose my train of thought…I’m waiting for the interruption that USUALLY happens.

It’s easy to seem witty and erudite when it takes you 14 hours to complete a post like this one.

Witness:

I want you to Daniel, get down know that Daniel get down NOW I am fully committed to Thank you, now please go play my college education. I realize that Joe, stop hitting your brother my performance this semester has not been up to par, and Joe do you want to go sit in the corner? I’ve signed up for the Continuing Education seminars you recommended. Studying at home is Here, Joe, let’s play with something else. No you can’t play with that right now, Dan is. You’ll have to wait your turn. Do you want to color? How about a movie? OK, honey, but no fighting. I’m sorry, I lost my train of thought. Oh yeah! Studying at home is more difficult than I thought it would be, and Joe STOP! NO HIT. CORNER. NOW! I’ve been in almost every Joe, get BACK in the corner, your time isn’t up yet. STOP. I understand you’re upset, honey, but you need to calm down and NO HITTING. “study nook” on campus that I could find, and it’s been I’ll read you a story later, dear. Mommy’s talking right now. I love you too! well, not necessarily a nightmare, but not what I thought it would be. I get up early in the morning to read, and the Alannah, would you please pour some koolaid for your brother? boys wake up soon after I do. If I stay up late, I’m so Your sister didn’t do it? OK, I will. Here ya go! exhausted that I end up reading the Dan do NOT take his juice. I’ll pour you some! same page several times, with no comprehension. Dr. Advisor, I really appreciate your call, but I’ll have to email you the rest, he just busted (did I really just say “busted” to my advisor??!!??) his lip on the table.

It exhausts me just READING that, and that’s how I live my days every day.

Whilst attempting to converse with a friend today, my mind flashed back on a message board post I’d read quite a while back. I realized that I was having a moment JUST like the one she posted about, and that this “literary device” is the main reason for my inability to carry on a face-to-face conversation. When writing an email or blog post, I can get up if I need to, save it to draft, and pick up my train of thought again when the children are abed. On the (very rare) kid-free occassions when I’m having an “IRL” conversation, I stop, lose my train of thought…I’m waiting for the interruption that USUALLY happens.

It’s easy to seem witty and erudite when it takes you 14 hours to complete a post like this one.

Witness:

I want you to Daniel, get down know that Daniel get down NOW I am fully committed to Thank you, now please go play my college education. I realize that Joe, stop hitting your brother my performance this semester has not been up to par, and Joe do you want to go sit in the corner? I’ve signed up for the Continuing Education seminars you recommended. Studying at home is Here, Joe, let’s play with something else. No you can’t play with that right now, Dan is. You’ll have to wait your turn. Do you want to color? How about a movie? OK, honey, but no fighting. I’m sorry, I lost my train of thought. Oh yeah! Studying at home is more difficult than I thought it would be, and Joe STOP! NO HIT. CORNER. NOW! I’ve been in almost every Joe, get BACK in the corner, your time isn’t up yet. STOP. I understand you’re upset, honey, but you need to calm down and NO HITTING. “study nook” on campus that I could find, and it’s been I’ll read you a story later, dear. Mommy’s talking right now. I love you too! well, not necessarily a nightmare, but not what I thought it would be. I get up early in the morning to read, and the Alannah, would you please pour some koolaid for your brother? boys wake up soon after I do. If I stay up late, I’m so Your sister didn’t do it? OK, I will. Here ya go! exhausted that I end up reading the Dan do NOT take his juice. I’ll pour you some! same page several times, with no comprehension. Dr. Advisor, I really appreciate your call, but I’ll have to email you the rest, he just busted (did I really just say “busted” to my advisor??!!??) his lip on the table.

It exhausts me just READING that, and that’s how I live my days every day.

I actually hadn’t planned on spewing on the ‘net, but it’s gotta go somewhere. Therefore:

I woke up at 5:30. I managed to go back to sleep until 6:30, at which point I got out of bed to work on a report for school. I got three pages (single spaced) typed out before the boys woke up. Got out of my chair to make breakfast Em, you really oughta save that document come back and shriek
DANIEL GET OUT OF THAT CHAIR! Did you turn the computer off? OH MY GOD YOU TURNED THE COMPUTER OFF it’s GONE ALL GONE!

I spent almost as much time trying to recover it as I did actually writing it.

I’m sick. Laid out of school yesterday because there’s no way I could sit in class without disturbing the others with my horrible deep-sounding cough, and probably going to lay out again tomorrow. Well, I say “laid out” but I really am sick, yo.

The Hoover Dam is holding less water than I am right about now. Well, except for the drips and drops that keep coming out when I cough or sneeze. I share because I care, baybee!

The boys were sick before me, ergo – getting better before me. This means that they’re bouncing off the walls to go play, and I’m coughing to beat the band.

There’s no chocolate in the house.

The Obnoxious Teen of the house is earning her title daily. She’s grounded from the internet for an unspecified amount of time, and I’m giving VERY serious consideration to visiting Mamaw for a month (or more) this summer in order to give her a good break from not-so-good friendships.

That’s not all that happened today, but I’m out of steam now. And really, isn’t that enough bitching for one day?

I actually hadn’t planned on spewing on the ‘net, but it’s gotta go somewhere. Therefore: