House Wifing
Gah. Gah. Gah. There, I have said it.
Well the thing is that many a day goes by when I think to myself, "Self, why don't you get anything done? It's not like you don't have the time -- you could fix up this house, take care of the kid, be a good partner to your husband, and *still* have time for a surprisingly full-filling graphic arts/archaeological illustration career! So what's up?" Of course most of this is internal. But lo, Self is... adrift.
Whoopee, things that I have done so far today (circa 10:30 a.m.):
Changed the sheets for kid at 5:00 a.m. because of accident.
Failed at falling asleep again.
Made tea. Fed Cat. Prepared kid's breakfast.
Showered, dressed, etc. Took meds.
Prepared kid's lunch and hustled the "out the door" process.
Drove kid to school.
It's Friday: change out the linens day.
Cleaned the cat box.
Took out the trash.
Did three loads of laundry so far.
Loaded the dishwasher and washed up dishes.
Rinsed sprouts, boiled garbanzo beans for tonight's dinner.
Did a quick perusal of screen captures to study from Neil Gaiman's "Mirror Mask" last night. Stunningly beautiful movie -- I must have a copy. It's like Photo-shop, H. Bosch, an insane asylum, Lewis Carrol, Felini, 200l Space Odyssey, Brighton Beach, acid, and a ballet held in an art museum hit it off one night and had a monsterous, beautiful brood. I am so jealous of that talent -- I want to *do* stuff like that!
Another load of laundry.
Later:
Go to bank.
Cover emails. Hi Mom. Lots of SMF planning that I need to cover. !!! (Write Celdae, Scott, Melanie, Genevieve and the GG, and the person who thinks I am the prop manager?) Email photos to mother-in-law. Email step-mom a copy of organic gardening principals paper that I just presented.
Waste a little time on-line reading fan-fic, lj, and the news.
Make check-up appointments for cat and car. Cancel neurology appointment.
Worry a bit. Maybe, probably drink some wine.
Try to fit in some art work. Think about Hekate shrine design and materials.
Return movies.
Pick up kid from school. Go over allowance. Make sure that he showers and picks up room.
Make dinner. Plan tomorrow's dinner.
Plan tomorrow's chore list: laundry (a day without laundry is like a day without... uh), cleaning house, doing the recycling...
Burn copies of the cd's that I've been promising to do for people.
Drink more wine. Read. Think that I should start on the "dual-diagnosis" workbook and the other tasks set by my therapist.
Oh hey, I *do* have a partner, right? Attend.
When I worked and lived in Greece, my friends told me: "Here, if you accomplish one, two things a day -- that's enough." I was astounded, and yet, things got done. Life happened. Thankfully I adjusted. But I'm back to Amurica now and suddenly a slacker. There's a saying: "In the US you can do anything you want but live." Oh, how frickin true.
On a positive note, a lj person that I worship -- Salieri -- recommended another: Eliade. Awesome. I love her list of "why I can't write": check her out at http://eliade.livejournal.com
And I will stop blathering now.
Well the thing is that many a day goes by when I think to myself, "Self, why don't you get anything done? It's not like you don't have the time -- you could fix up this house, take care of the kid, be a good partner to your husband, and *still* have time for a surprisingly full-filling graphic arts/archaeological illustration career! So what's up?" Of course most of this is internal. But lo, Self is... adrift.
Whoopee, things that I have done so far today (circa 10:30 a.m.):
Changed the sheets for kid at 5:00 a.m. because of accident.
Failed at falling asleep again.
Made tea. Fed Cat. Prepared kid's breakfast.
Showered, dressed, etc. Took meds.
Prepared kid's lunch and hustled the "out the door" process.
Drove kid to school.
It's Friday: change out the linens day.
Cleaned the cat box.
Took out the trash.
Did three loads of laundry so far.
Loaded the dishwasher and washed up dishes.
Rinsed sprouts, boiled garbanzo beans for tonight's dinner.
Did a quick perusal of screen captures to study from Neil Gaiman's "Mirror Mask" last night. Stunningly beautiful movie -- I must have a copy. It's like Photo-shop, H. Bosch, an insane asylum, Lewis Carrol, Felini, 200l Space Odyssey, Brighton Beach, acid, and a ballet held in an art museum hit it off one night and had a monsterous, beautiful brood. I am so jealous of that talent -- I want to *do* stuff like that!
Another load of laundry.
Later:
Go to bank.
Cover emails. Hi Mom. Lots of SMF planning that I need to cover. !!! (Write Celdae, Scott, Melanie, Genevieve and the GG, and the person who thinks I am the prop manager?) Email photos to mother-in-law. Email step-mom a copy of organic gardening principals paper that I just presented.
Waste a little time on-line reading fan-fic, lj, and the news.
Make check-up appointments for cat and car. Cancel neurology appointment.
Worry a bit. Maybe, probably drink some wine.
Try to fit in some art work. Think about Hekate shrine design and materials.
Return movies.
Pick up kid from school. Go over allowance. Make sure that he showers and picks up room.
Make dinner. Plan tomorrow's dinner.
Plan tomorrow's chore list: laundry (a day without laundry is like a day without... uh), cleaning house, doing the recycling...
Burn copies of the cd's that I've been promising to do for people.
Drink more wine. Read. Think that I should start on the "dual-diagnosis" workbook and the other tasks set by my therapist.
Oh hey, I *do* have a partner, right? Attend.
When I worked and lived in Greece, my friends told me: "Here, if you accomplish one, two things a day -- that's enough." I was astounded, and yet, things got done. Life happened. Thankfully I adjusted. But I'm back to Amurica now and suddenly a slacker. There's a saying: "In the US you can do anything you want but live." Oh, how frickin true.
On a positive note, a lj person that I worship -- Salieri -- recommended another: Eliade. Awesome. I love her list of "why I can't write": check her out at http://eliade.livejournal.com
And I will stop blathering now.