So, I am officially in email hell. I’m not sure how this happened but I’m thinking it was subtly taking place behind the scenes whilst I was not checking my phone messages:
I took this screen capture of my inbox(es) last night…I’m afraid to look at it today. (If you're somewhere in this group that hasn't heard back from me, I'll start apologizing now. Please realize it's nothing personal. It is simply a by-product of a much larger problem.) This is all my home/personal stuff. My work email is staying up to speed…probably because I’m seeing the emails when they drop. I can’t access my Comcast emails from work. So, every day on the drive home from work I say, “I have to go through my inboxes and see what’s what, dammit.”
And then I add, “And I want to pay the bills and finish those three online courses and get my oil changed and my tires rotated and file that paperwork and do the laundry and clean out the fridge and bake a pie.”
Then I come home, jump online to visit with all of you (cause really? It’s all about priorities) and I make some half-hearted attempt to balance my checkbook and then I bail and I go to bed. Tomorrow, I’ll think about the same stuff on my ride into work.
Sometimes, I feel like I’m too far gone. Do you ever feel that way? Like you’re already so far behind, what difference does one more day make??
Meanwhile, this stack of bills is mocking me. Somebody make it stop.
In other news, (see how I’ve completely and seamlessly avoided doing what I need to do? It’s a fine art) I’ve discovered that a credit card will work in a pinch as an ice scraper for your windshield. I do not recommend this, as I’ve no idea if I’ve permanently screwed up the magnetic strip-thingie. I’ve also learned that putting a Post-It on the closet door saying “Clean Me Out!” does not mean I will ever clean it out. I’ll even keep picking the Post-It up when it loses its stickiness and smush it back onto the door...multiple times. I am nothing if not consistent.
Did I mention what Connor (13) wants for Christmas?? It's called a ghillie suit:
I tweeted this to my friend, Gigi. She's like, "WTF?!" I said, "EXACTLY." Isn't it great how well we can communicate, on so few words? Translation: You can't always get what you want.
Also, I’d like to know how I’m supposed to swish that ACT rinse in my mouth for 60 seconds when I’ve got a stuffy nose. I mean, I’m good for about 15 seconds and then I gotta spit. And why is it that I still don’t seem to understand that it’s better to just order it online…’cause by the time I get my sorry ass to the mall, it would have been already delivered?? If anyone has the answers to these questions, please email me.