I Can't Seem To Get It Together

Don't worry about this post. Or about me. I just need to vomit some stuff out there. Comments are closed on this post, because, like I said, I just need to get it out there. And that, coupled with the amazing friends I have made through this blog, is the very best part of actually having said blog.

I can not seem to get it together. At any point in my day, there are 75839 things in my head competing for attention.

• Did I sign all of the papers for school - times 5? Why do I have to do this for each kid - why can't they have it all online?
• Does everyone have a water bottle?
• Does everyone have a lunch?
• There are three doctors appts this week. How many will I forget?
• Each kid takes 3-7 meds or vitamins or supplements. What am I out of?
• Who drinks which juice? And how can we be out of V-8 AGAIN?
• Are the school uniforms clean? Why can I only find one PE shirt for Emma AND Riley to share?
• Where did those other 4 PE shirts go?
• I never changed out the Ad tags on this site. I think I've missed payment for a week. Or two. Shoot.
• The toilets need cleaning. So do the showers.
• And the floors.
• All of them.
• I need to iron shirts. Fold wash. Do dishes. Cook.
• I wish I didn't know so much about nutrition and didn't worry about the meals I feed the family.
• WHEN will the bonus check come?
• 92 cents is a positive balance in the checking account. That's gotta count for something, yes?
• And why am I so excited to go to the grocery store for a stock up run? I must be mental.
• Will the pie crust - only the second one I've ever made - come out correctly?
• I think I'm due to post a review. Or three.
• I have a meeting tonight. Wanna lay odds on either me falling asleep or being late? Or both.
• Since when do I need a day to recover from running and training martial arts in the same day?
• I forgot to get a doctor's note for my daughter to carry her inhaler.
• And I forgot to get the new inhaler.
• Fundraisers? Room Parent? Me? Yup.
• A stone hit my windshield today. I'm now the proud parent of a spider crack. AND a chip.
• Homework last night was completely and utterly brutal. I don't know if I can do 39 more weeks of this. All six kids talking to me at once, everyone needed a piece of me and there just wasn't enough of me to go around. I have no idea how women with bigger families manage, although I wonder if their spouses are home more than mine. And is that a good thing or a bad thing?
• I.am.so.TIRED.