It's Like Juggling

Wait. LIKE juggling? It IS juggling. And so much more than I used to juggle.

Wait. Maybe not more. Maybe just different.

And my head is already spinning with thinking something. And then waiting. And then trying to reword it.

I told PC earlier today that I'm not really sure what happened to all my management and administration skills. I used to have them. In fact, I use to be pretty good at what I did. I could juggle all sorts of projects and deadlines and schedules and people and... then something happened. I'm not sure what. But right now, I think I have about three dozen balls up in the air. And only two hands. And in those hands are a mug of coffee and a bar of chocolate. And I'm not planning to let go of either. Just so you know.

Chocolate is a no-no on my current diet. But I will freely confess to cheating a few times. I've also cheated by putting a dribble of milk and a bit of sugar in my coffee. And that's a no-no, too. But I just can't drink coffee black. And right now, coffee and chocolate are two very small things that seem to be helping me keep sane. Sooo... I'm not giving them up. Don't be judgin' me now. I'm pretty sure every stepmom out there will be heartily on my side. See, it's such small things that make me feel sane. If only for a moment. But somehow those small moments help me tackle the rest of it. And that is only partially tongue in cheek. There's more truth there than even I would like to admit.

I had intended to write more tonight. Something more... revealing. Serious. To the point. But it's late. And my brain has already gone to sleep. So I'm leaving this pathetic post as it stands, and going to bed. 'Cause it's where I am should be right now. And I guess you should know about the disconnected, discombobulated, pathetic ramblings in my head as well as the stuff the makes more sense. G'night!