For some reason, this ol’ flower caught my eye.
Archives for October 2011
diagnosis: pre-event-mush-brain
I’m infected with a very serious case of pre-event-mush-brain. This ailment came on rather suddenly and the etiology is unclear. Perhaps it was something I ate, or something I read. I don’t know but I seemed to have picked it up between lunchtime gathering of last minute items for my century and reading an email about the fabulous weather we are going to have for our event.
I returned from lunch, ready to buckle down and git ‘er done. I pulled out a few cases, sent some give-me-what-I-want-ASAP emails, and began reviewing the three hundred and some odd pages of incredibly small font data listings. *Yawn*
Then it was brought to my attention that I addressed the coordinator whom I was demanding things from by the wrong name. Christie, Cecile…it’s all the same. Right? Yeah, I know. My guess is that when you get their name wrong, they aren’t as willing to respond favorably to your give-me-what-I-want-ASAP email. I followed up with an appology email. *sigh*
And what the heck am I reviewing? I might as well be looking at the course map — for none of what I am doing is productive at this point. My brain is an excitement-infused, nervous mass of grey mush. Woot!!
From peace to Chaos
There is something about waking up in the morning. The alarm goes off. I try to ignore the fact that I must get up but then do (albeit reluctantly). Holding the handrail and sliding my hand along the wall, I groggily make my way down the stairs as if I’m half blind. Coffee. I need coffee.
Minutes later, I climb back into bed with coffee in hand and ease into the day. It is peaceful. YaYa is still asleep and the sun seems equally as reluctant to get the day going. I sip my coffee, notice my breathing and, when I’m ready, start to connect to the rest-of-world by reading emails and checking into the social networking sites. News will come later – maybe — when I’m ready for doom and gloom — but not now.
About the time the sun is on the verge appearance, I leave the warmth of my bed, wake YaYa, and prepare to face the day. This action is slight but the resulting effect is extreme.
Rather quickly the hustle and bustle takes hold the morning. The result is chaotic and out of control – no matter how much I try to temper it. Already, my attention is being pulled to the long list of to-do’s and problems without visible solutions. And the stress builds as quickly as the sun rises.
I return to YaYa’s room to find he is still in bed. Meanwhile, much time has slipped away. “Get up!” I insist, before hurrying away to continue getting myself ready.
A peace of morning
Taken from my iPhone, this is the morning sky just after my feet his the floor. I think it’s a pretty peaceful way to greet the day.
Late Night – Early Morning
Once again, YaYa was assigned more homework that he could handle. Last night, as I was fighting back the wave of unconsciousness, he was still downstairs hard at work. Only, he was not making much headway. Boys his age are not meant to still be doing homework past 10 pm.
Unfortunately, YaYa’s schoolwork is really picking up this year. And although my upbringing tells me that he is not handling the load of school his extracurricular schedule, I know that private high schools and (in the future) colleges want only the well-rounded students. Single-minded, scholarly-focused applicants need not apply.
Reluctantly, YaYa went to bed at 10:30 pm — only after I promised that I would get him up at 5 am. Seriously! I can’t even get him out of bed at 7 am; getting the boy up at 5 am was going to be a feat in and of itself. Furthermore, I did NOT want to be waking up at 5 am.
