Passing on the gold

“To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work."

– Mary Oliver

This morning I thought I'd paint you a little picture of where I'm at mentally. I woke up every few hours to feed my sweet kiwi and then played the "beat the boys awake" game so I could get a shower in, dress and maybe thrown on some make up. Except I can't find my makeup bag. Anywhere. All I  know is that in a mad dash to clean the house before I left to let Chris show it, I stashed some things in unusual places. Evidently my makeup bag was one of those things. (I'll check the oven before I preheat it).

So forget the makeup, I head to the computer to start working on my column that's due Wednesday and I'm thinking "hell, I can't write a grocery list right now how am I going to write a whole column?" My working draft, a process I can explain later, is in shabby shape and I really don't know if my editor is going to go for my "this space intentionally left blank" idea. What? It would accurately reflect life at this moment.

Why am I blogging right now? Because Jake is somehow hungry again and I've typed all this one-handed, with my left hand. It's not exactly Lindsey Von's life but hey, you can keep your medals, I'd settle for some time to myself and a night of uninterrupted sleep!

And now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go change my puked-on shirt (for the second time this morning) and get my other little darling out of his crib, where he's been happily talking and singing to himself while I finished feeding his brother. This could still turn out to be a pretty great day.