I'm dealing with a lot of shit here.
My beloved dog, whom we've had for almost fifteen years is really reaching the end now. She was diagnosed with cancer just after Christmas last year, and it's been a year of every day is a bonus, but watching her decline more and more just has been breaking my heart all year long. It's getting very close to the end now, and it's killing me.
I'm trying to list on Ebay for this holiday selling season, which takes a lot of time and energy that I don't seem to have any more of.
I'm trying to deal with all the new responsibilities of becoming the president of my writer's group. Which entail reading bylaws and policy and procedures among other things. I haven't gotten very far.
I'm trying to write more, but with the Urchins being off school for Thanksgiving for the last 11 days, nothing got written at all.
I'm on the committee with the blue haired old ladies for our township's new year's celebration. And after about thirty minutes into the meeting, I wish I could be like Sheldon Cooper when he stops a conversation because it has come full circle. But I just can't. Plus I have lots of responsibilities and footwork to do for them.
Because I'm at home, I feel obligated to volunteer in my girls' classrooms around once or twice a week.
And I just want to curl up into a ball and hide my head under a desk like the children in an atomic bomb drill from the fifties.