Swamped, Beaten, and Whipped
Been away for a few days, I know. Without warning, which I am sure violates some bloggy rule. and the fact is that today, I am not even with it enough to write a good post. I have no urge to be witty, don't feel light-hearted, etc. even though it's a gorgeous day outside. Gorgeous.
Because I am swamped, beaten, and whipped. I have too many things on my mind, I am behind on everything, the house is a wreck, my blog-life lies abandoned by the side of the road.
Too much I am "supposed" to be doing at work, and not enough staff around, for one thing. Too tired or distracted or desirous of some me time at night to keep on top of my house or even my laundry pile. I am working a sort of part-time job at night helping Misterpie with the census follow-up, at least for another couple of weeks. Some nights, I just don't want to compile paperwork at home, dammit, but that's how it is for just a little while longer. At least there is an end in sight.
And I'm tired. There was the Great Concussion Watch over the weekend, and now Pumpkinpie has a cough, so I am probably also fighting that off. And I am too vapid to go to bed at a decent hour, I really don't know why. Somehow the effort of getting ready for bed just seems to monumental to contemplate, I think.
And I went another round with Pumpkinpie over hitting last night. She had been pretty good after the one shocking (to her) time out a couple of weeks ago, but last night she started up while I was brushing her teeth. I tried to keep brushing, telling her NO sternly, and she hit me another time or two. Hands still busy, I grabbed her arm and wedged it uder my breast, sort of pinned between us so I could finish her teeth without further battery. She was SO unimpressed with that bit of mommy restraint, soft and cushy though it was! All I heard between cries for the next ten minutes was "No hold my arm!" ("Well then, you don't hit me, and I won't hold your arm. Does that sound like a good deal?" responded her rather unsympathetic mother.) Yeah, she was some pissed and went to bed refusing to hug me and insisting on her dad. Well, she's a daddy's girl at the best of times, so I tried to suck it up, though it still feels crappy, doesn't it? Sigh.
So I'm just kind of feeling like a little husk with the life sucked out of me, and the spiders haven't even gotten to me yet... Sorry for all the whining, I promise I'll be back on top in a day or two and I'll whip you up something frothy.