Some days are crazier than others

So I have had a migraine all day, and it just so happens that I started up the hiring process again, which means I am juggling calls for "Randy" and other calls for "Kristi" between two different desks. I feel like I just can't get ahead some days. I fight and fight and fight, and there is still stuff that I am leaving undone, both in my professional and personal lives. I dream of a day that I really truly have finished everything that needs to be done, and I can sit and just twiddle my thumbs with absolutely nothing left. Even when I do have a moment to myself I realize that I have been putting off reading that series of books that everyone is giving me crap about (I hear you, ya Twilight Nazis!) or that I have seriously neglected my crochet pile (and the thirty half done projects that I have there) or that there is someone that I have been meaning to call for the last month or so (my most sincere apologies, Christine!) and then it hits me that I didn't actually have a moment to myself, I just had a lapse in judgment that I might be done with something.

I have no idea how they do it, but some people are able to gracefully handle a five bedroom home, four kids, a full time job, and a budding career as a writer all while sipping a cup of tea with their neighbor and maintaining their mother of the year status. I feel like I can barely take care of myself, and everything else gets neglected, including my dishes, laundry and my inbox at work. Did I sleep through the time management course in college? Did they actually teach that, or was I born without that gene? What I really want to ask is, who can I blame for my time management deficiencies? I am sure my mother tried to instruct me in these things, just as she attempted to teach me to cook and iron and shop with coupons. However, as I am an utter failure in these other aspects of life as well (which you would know if you ever tried one of my bread making disasters) I have determined that there are just some things that I am not meant to do. Still, I cannot help but feel a sense of disappointment that I can't be that perfect all accomplishing woman that I would like to be. I wonder if every other normal woman out there feels the same way as me, and wonders if there will ever be a day when the house is clean and things at work are under control and it is not crazy town all day long.

So until I am able to reach this dream state of being, I suppose I will continue to run around from one place to the next and hope that eventually I will get on top of the things that I have been neglecting, and feel more in control of my crazy life. Someday...