Hold on while I take my watch off. When I take my watch off, you KNOW it's time to write.
Ahem. It is absolutely no accident that today's Theme Thursday theme is panic.
Ain't nobody gonna make me a supply list but me. Ain't nobody gonna decide which subjects and which electives and which extracurricular activities we're gonna to be doing but me. Ain't nobody gonna scroll through the Catholic curriculum swap facebook group, madly searching "Life of Fred Advanced Algebra" and "Classically Catholic Memory Alpha Year" every 27 minutes (with no luck yet, btw. Dagnabit.) but me.
Also, did I tell you the part about how we're thinking about maybe getting our house ready to possibly sell? Yes, I thought coinciding that with having a newborn...
Remember that I have a newborn? Super relaxationville!
So I thought probably coinciding the potential sale of our home with the beginning of a new school year and the care of a brand new baby who cannot yet be entertained with toys or non-breastmilk snacks would be a fantabulous idea and "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah....FREAK OUT!"
|Somehow this pajamafied child appears unfazed by the havoc I've created around him. The calendar falling off the wall adds a certain....je ne sais quoi. What a calm, peaceful learning environment we've got up in here.|
And meal planning.
So my brain, it's hopping from one thing to another like a small bug (my brain truly feels quite small and buglike at the moment) leaping from one hot pan to another trying not to burn its tiny bug feet. I'm not sure how the bug got on the stove or why there are multiple hot pans all on there at the same time, or how the bug is smart enough to leap to another pan but not smart enough to exit the stove vicinity entirely, but clearly the real point is that I can't get a single good thing accomplished and omygoshsendwine.
You know what I need? A fourth bookcase. The three we've got, despite the enormous size of the white one, are just not cuttin' it anymore. The stacks and the piles and the boxes...just...there's too much. Of all the things. There is just too much life happening right now and we've got less than four weeks before we get this school year show on the road and obviously if we could just get a new bookcase all my problems and concerns and light fixtures that need to be installed in order to make the house less scary to potential buyers would *poof* disappear. All gone. Adios.
Tomorrow we shall go to that antique store and there we will find a bookcase.
Join in with all the other panicking panickers over at ye olde Clan