Tomorrow evening, I will be teaching a ladies' class on Time Management. A week ago, I jokingly updated my Facebook status by saying that I was "teaching a ladies' class on time management next Wednesday. I started working on it last month. And I will more than likely be scrambling to finish it before delivery." And it would appear that the scrambling has begun. So, why am I blogging and not finishing the lesson? Because I live in a land of sometimes ill-controlled chaos and my mind needs a good clearing before the lesson commences.
My tetris grid is smashed at the moment. I've begged, even pleaded with my kids to give me a break today so I can finish. Apparently, that means that they need to cover the dog with shaving cream, eat incessantly, spray an entire can of Glade throughout the house and all over the floors, bounce on the beds, and they've taken every opportunity to strip. Between the odors of the shaving cream and the Glade, I'm on the border of migraine territory, the moment when any type of time management goes out the window.
So, it's naptime... indefinitely. Why would I be chosen to do a lesson on time management? I'm a mother three kids under the age of five. Time is not managed. It's saying "Thank you, Lord, I made it through another day." Now, to finish... To be continued, I'm sure.
