Since you have last heard from me my to do list grew, exponentially, voluntarily, and frankly exhausting! I have also added a non voluntary to do called “dealing with the worst spring allergies I have ever experienced” which takes up way more time than I can spare. Grant it the voluntary to dos are a lot of fun: the community theater play, wearable art show, and a walk/run for cancer in memory of a dear member of our community! My house is suffering the consequences! So why can’t I take my own advice and weed my to do list?
I believe it is “todomanicism”, a understudied disorder of the chronic volunteer and underemployed mothers that also suffer from “domusphobisplasia” (the avoidance disorder that causes women to volunteer to be away from the reminder that they need to do the dishes from yesterday still because they have perpetuated a cycle of to little time in the day) a very difficult disorder to dig out of.
On top of all this, it has been unseasonably nice out and I have been easily sidetracked in the ‘spare’ time I have to play outside, fish, and garden. Build a ‘greenhouse’, install address signs for the volunteer fire department… You get the picture. I am getting buried by the home I am supposed to be cultivating, yet again! Am I alone? My dearest friends also suffer from the same disorders, one of them somehow manages to get her home neated up daily but she claims that is made possible by ‘holymessaphobia’. Something else I find that we also suffer from is the procrastinated shower which makes us fresh and nice smelling in the afternoon and evening, having to ‘wash the mom off’ before our evening adult contacts, giving the illusion that we are fresh and rested when in fact we are frackin exhausted!
Add on to this the list of concerns and worries with no solution in sight pingponging back and forth in my overwhelmed brain and voila! I have “brainfartstotia”, the side affect of all above disorders. So my dear contacts in the world around me, I apologize for forgetting about the details of your lives as I can’t seem to keep track of mine. That being said I am very proud of the fact that I have not forgotten my csa fruit/veggie box pickup for 4 weeks straight! So proud of myself! Not to mention my potatoes are planted and I have that one haven in the yard that is winter waste free.
On top of my ‘brainfartstotia’ my daughter also suffers and told me an hour before her school music program that she needed a white shirt (never to be found in my house as the quickly become destroyed since I am just not a white shirt capable person) a black skirt and black tights, also not in the home as my daughter is a bit rough and tumble with the outdoors. Solution? The shopping options are limited here to basic mercantile supplies so the white shirt and black tights were a quick fix. The skirt? Well I happened to have a lace and satin tutu type skirt with an elastic waist that came with another, uh, item that I purchased for myself, eh hmm. Worked like a charm and appeared totally appropriate on my ten year old sweety pie whom I will tell her at her bridal shower someday what that skirt was supposed to be for. I can hear the laughter now.
Thinking outside the box at the last moment seems to work for me, I just wish I didn’t have so many of those moments in my life! I also wish I could take my own advice! Every time I make a resolution and I am just starting to really get going with it some disaster derails me and sends me off course and finding my way back through the piles of to dos is daunting at best. It seems so easy to walk outside and play in the dirt, a gardeners way of putting her head in the sand that eventually bears edible fruit. If only the laundry and dishes weren’t the most productive growers around here!
We did however bring home some fun pictures, smiles all around, and the wonderful memory of little man catching his first king salmon (to small to keep, barely) and another picture to prove it. 
Garden My Home 