Some days are like that

School #9

Ministry fair/Diocesan convention display board

So today was not a complete loss. It was, however, one of those chopped up days, that sort I have far more often than I like. You know the type, right? Where you start laundry, and then drive someone somewhere, buy colored paper, alphabet flashcards and play-dough on the way, and then run home advance laundry, let the dog out, and  scramble to get a few work-related things done before heading off to two back-to-back appointments in the middle of the day stopping on the way to retrieve some materials in a filing cabinet in your basement storage space at church, then rush home to walk the dog and, if you remember, grab a bite to eat before getting back to the work-related things in the hour and a half you have left before picking your daughter up from her after-school musical rehearsal and your husband up from work and then, oops, forgetting to thaw anything for dinner. And while your husband runs for take-out from anywhere, really it doesn’t matter where, you stand in the rain with an umbrella over your daughter while the dog dashes about and while she records her observations of the meter-square plot of land she’s observing in the backyard for earth science. If you’re lucky you’ll have a few minutes to work on work again just before dinner arrives. If you’re extra lucky your husband won’t mind folding the laundry you never got back to because you had glue on your hands half the day and you really have to finish gluing stuff tonight. He also won’t mind finding a chunk of glue on the steering wheel…

And so, today was not a complete loss. The presentation materials are ready, and not nearly as shoddy as feared. I decided the convention doesn’t need my presence nearly as much as Kate and the 1st graders at School #9 do so I’ve decided to stop waffling and just not go. I have not dusted the floors but when the dust bunnies are kind enough to fluff up right in front of me, I pick them up and throw them away and feel a small measure of accomplishment.

Onto that paper that’s not writing itself. Tomorrow?

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About pattiblaine

Raised under the name of Snyder in the upstate NY town of Vestal, I've worked as a typesetter, a fast food salad bar tender, an art reviewer, a waitress, a part-time nanny, and a very-bad-with-phones temp. Once upon a time I was all-but-thesis toward a Masters in Art History. Now I'm just a mom with a lot of fiber squirreled away throughout the house. We call it insulation. In 2013 I completed a life-long learning program at Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School, and am a postulant toward the diaconate in the Episcopal Diocese of Rochester, NY. In addition to coordinating volunteers for the soup kitchen, I volunteer as a tutor at a deeply impoverished city elementary school, and am a docent at the Memorial Art Gallery.
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3 Responses to Some days are like that

  1. DawnK says:

    I’m exhausted just reading that! Crockpot meals are good for crazy days when you don’t have time to cook!

    • pattiblaine says:

      Forgot to add in the time spent working on Kate’s Halloween apparel. Just a little cutting and machine-sewing yesterday, but I’ve yet to remove the sewing machine from the kitchen table. The hand-sewing remains. I don’t have a crockpot… may have to invest in one if this keeps up.

  2. Sarah says:

    I’m tired just reading that.

    I second Crock Pots. They are wonderful!

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