Spending your whole life constantly struggling against a tide
of ever growing critical ‘must do’ commitments?
Are even the simple tasks of keeping food in the fridge and maintaining
basic hygiene a challenge in your insanely time poor world of 24/7 chaos and
guilty stolen power naps?
If so then you’ll know what I’m saying when I tell you that
having committed to a full time teaching role for the remainder of the year, I have been struggling
just a little with finding large chunks of time to dedicate to this blog, in
between continuing my writing.
Personally I’m not even sure if it would bother me, if I didn't know there were a whole subset of disgustingly perfect people out
there who can do all this stuff in their sleep.
It’s hard to smile sweetly and say the right thing when some
perfectly groomed uber person tells me how lazy they feel for only writing one
novel this year when the only other commitments they've had have been juggling
the house renovation with their short six month stint building a water treatment
plant in that African refugee camp. And how it almost felt like cheating
because their six month old triplets are such ridiculously easy kids to breast
feed.
Normally I avoid
these people like the plague. I figure why make yourself feel totally inadequate
for no reason. But desperate times call for desperate measures and that’s why I’m
asking for help now.
Are you that person? If so I need to know. What’s your big secret?
How do you do it? And where do all those hundreds of extra hours come from?
And if you won’t do it for me, then please do it for my
family. My daughter’s school uniform is so dirty, even she’s started complaining-and
that’s saying something. Plus if the things in the fridge aren't
thrown away
soon, someone is going to get bitten.
And that’s not even mentioning the dog. She’s been lost in our back yard since we came
back from holiday. If I don’t somehow cut the grass this weekend, there’s every
chance we may never see her again. Would someone who cares about African
refugees really want a rotting dog on their conscience? I don't think so.
So forget all that stuff I said about you under my breath and let’s
put our differences aside. We don’t have to be friends forever. In fact I
promise I’ll go back to hating you next year as if none of this had ever happened.
But just this once, can’t you please share your secret?
Remember my blog may depend on it.