Jenijen has this mistaken idea that everyone else “gets it all done”. She’s a little overwhelmed. I’m there too, I’ve just had a little more time to embrace The Suckitude(tm).

I don’t get everything done. Sometimes you hafta know what to throw under the bus – AND to be okay with the fact that you threw it under the bus.

Case in point: this post has been sitting in draft mode since she wrote HER post – nearly two weeks ago.

My piles have their own little subpiles. There is a huge bottleneck at the laundry table – almost all of it is clean, but needs to be folded/sorted/put away. My desk is buried under stacks of papers needing to be shredded (can’t find the shredder, natch), computer parts and textbooks. The sofa has a pile of its own – I moved to the sofa when I could no longer stand sitting at my desk. Socks are mating (and reproducing) next to the shoe box.

But. There is food in the cabinet – and it’s not just the “wow I think that’s been in there for three years” stuff. Yes, there is a laundry pile, but it’s clean and makes wardrobe assembly much more speedy: “Sorry kid, that favorite tshirt that you’re looking for must be dirty. Here, why don’t you wear THIS favorite long-sleeved shirt instead, and that way you won’t freeze at school?”

And now let me whip out ye olde cliche: I will never EVER say “I wish I’d scrubbed the toilet instead of reading that bedtime story”. Nor will I say “I wish I had folded the laundry instead of cuddling you in the rocking chair.”

Ever.