That’s what I’ve been doing lately on just about everything – managing to get things done, managing to get them done pretty close to on time and with little bloodshed or tears, a good strong B showing. Sometimes a B+. But that’s about it. And I should be okay with that – it’s really nothing to be ashamed of. But when the laundry is about 87% done that means there is 13% undone and that just might be both pairs of the only two jeans that I own and all of the kitchen towels. And when I get that baby’s closet finally 87% emptied out of my stuff, that’s 13% still left in there to finish and 87% of the stuff sitting in stacks on the floor because there’s just nowhere else to put it. And when I get 87% of the tiny bit of makeup that I wear on in the morning, or 87% of my lunch together, or 87% of the bathroom clean, I still need lip gloss and a couple hundred more calories and the dust bunnies out of the corner and the ring gone from inside the toilet. Turns out that our January is just as busy as our Nov / Dec. Maybe busier, because at least when we arrived at where we were going then, we could just sit around and do nothing and eat other people’s food. Now we have to make food if we’re going to eat, and then remember to pack the leftovers up for tomorrow’s lunch. (Which I remember to pack 87% of the time.) And that leaves me hungry about every Wednesday and wishing I had just a bit more time to get my act, and that other 13% of me, together and out the door.
Sorry for the 87% effort on the blog lately. Fuller, more abundant posting to come soon enough.