I feel as though I’m standing on a train platform and life is zooming by me in all directions. It’s blowing hot air in my face and I’m a tad overwhelmed and all I can think is, “I have got to do some laundry.”
We have four disciplines at any given time on site for the construction of the garage. Framers, plumbers, roofers, and trim people. It’s loud. And we’re reroofing our house simultaneously. Bang. Bang. Bang. And there’s a moat of garbage surrounding my house. The garbage moat is comprised of old roof shingles and roofing nails. Millions of roofing nails. The kids and I are trapped in here by the threat of Tetanus.
And the garage construction is going along so fast that there are decisions to be made every five minutes. Which is fun and exciting and dreadful and exhausting. “Carolyn, quick! Let’s redraw this elevation and give it to the framers right now!” Zoom.
One of the framers brings his son with him everyday. And the kid might be 10? And he uh accidentally saw me naked. It was horrifying. For him. And me. And now he has vaulted into manhood. Zoom.
And there’s a Tron-esque battle raging in my harddrive between Twitter and AutoCAD. Is it wrong that I’m secretly routing for Twitter? Frankly I think AutoCAD is cheating. I can’t even keep up with the feud long enough to fix it. Zoom.
School starts Monday. Yes, this Monday. I am not ready. I mean – I’m totally ready to get these fighting bickering banshees out of my house for 6 hours a day. But we have no school clothes, no lunchboxes, no peanut butter. We do, however, have new school shoes for the girls. Tempel chose red Uggs. As her everyday school shoes. And it’s 97 degrees outside. But I let her get them because she loved them. And she doesn’t care what people think about her wearing red Uggs in this heat with skirts everyday. And how much longer do I have with that kid where she doesn’t care what people think? Zoom.
People are reading The Book. And they like it. Some love it. It’s fantastically ego boosting. It has also led to a slew of more shit that Darcy and I have to do to keep up. Zoom.
Oh my god and the blogs. Could all of you people please stop posting for a week or two so I can catch up? That’d be super. I hate being so far behind. Zoom.
Things will calm down soon. They always do. And there will still be laundry that needs to be done.
loved that! "zoom" i'm gonna be stealing that term when talking to my friends. great post, i hope things will slow down soon. *winks and smiles*
I can sympathize with you on his one…had the roof redone last weekend, now I'm up to my neck in laundry and next I'm going in to redo the pantry…I'll be ready to collapse very soon!
Sandi
You know what I've recently discovered? If you (and let's just hypothetically say 'you' means 'I') sit on the couch and perhaps rock a little bit (from the chaos, perhaps), then all the stuff zooming around you (in this case, 'you' is 'me') creates a nice, gentle breeze that really cools things down on these hot August days. Of course, there is always still that dang laundry.
Haven't commented for awhile here, but I always like what you write. And for some reason, this particular post struck me as being just right. I just liked everything about it… the subjects, the rhythm, the length, the imagery. Thanks.
I feel similarly but have been dealing with it in not so positive ways. Hopefully I will get it together soon.
What bk? What planet am I on? The men working on my rents building just caught a lovely flash of moi thank u I would write more but I also have laundry to do ZOOM
I remember accidently seeing a naked woman for the first time… ahhh.
Sorry, where was I?
Oh the laundry. Isn't that what the guest bed is for?
I'm convinced that all of my neighbors have seen me naked since the kids have destroyed the shades in our bedroom (they don't descend all the way to the sill). Chris insists that they can't see in that 6 inch space from the street outside. But I'm far to paranoid for that kind of logic… Luckily there are no 10 year old boys in the neighborhood for me to scar. How did this happen by the way?? (the naked Carolyn sighting – not my shade problems)
Yay for the book. And darn it I keep forgetting to order it. Sometimes, zoom, as crazy as it is, is good!
you will live forever in infamy in that boys mind! congratulations… you have left a legacy!
God, I feel the same way this week. Everything is ZZOOOMMMing around me and I'm kind got my feet stuck in cement. Damn.
Congrats on the book. That's a good kind of ZOOM.
How do I order yours and Darci's masterpiece?
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Girl, other then the kid seeing me naked and the whole renovation thing, and the school starting next week – I feel you. Especially about the laundry.
Why can't that Zoom itself?
I hate laundry.
I can't believe school starts so soon! My kids don't start until the 24th and I'm already starting to freak out about it. This is why I don't sleep. Because I worry about things WEEKS in advance.
There's just something unnatural about school starting in early August. And soon they'll be all the Halloween decorations at Target….
Hey, it was great partying with you at Blogher. Good luck with your book.
Cheers, Meg
First of all, the train analogy- I can say from first hand experience- that is exactly what it's like! I also just realized summer is almost over and I have been to the pool exactly ZERO times this summer. ZERO- sigh. Summer 2009- a total bust as far as I'm concerned!!!
I am still behind on blogs from Blogher. But I just can't "mark all as read" because then I feel guilty. Isn't that ridiculous. So I've got all these old posts and people keep writing more and I'm hopelessly behind. And the laundry is piling up, and the house is a mess, and, oh yeah, there's the care, feeding and entertainment of my child. Too much.
Aww…Carolyn….come on over to India.
Wait…I'm not there.
Skip that.
Hey, I stopped posting but it didn't work….
xoxo
ZOOM. And she splat against the wall like jelly and mush. ZOOM!
Yeah, that not caring what people think of your shoes is a sign of good emotional health. Which means that most teenagers are sick individuals. I'm glad I have like a decade before I have to deal with teenagers. I'm going to enjoy it and maybe I'll be dead when they get into their teens.