if the horse don’t pull you got to carry the load
for the past few days, i’ve been thinking about that phrase when the going gets tough, the tough get going, and how it applies, or doesn’t apply to me. i used to think i was a tough cookie; but it seems that i am not doing well under pressure lately. (i used to do really well with deadlines; and in fact, excel.) but, me, the un-tough version, i’ve just been running around here like a decapitated chicken.
amy boogie said the other day; “My gardens are as ignored as the housework. Makes me wonder what I do all day long.” ~ this pretty much sums up the scenario here. i swear, months have gone by and i’ve wondered what on earth i’ve accomplished. i really don’t know where my time goes. i do know that i should have better use of it. (i swear, i’ve tried to whip myself into submission; but it doesn’t work. i think i need to swipe mike e’s ADD medication from his medicine cabinet. (just kidding, dad, you can start breathing again.) but, you know, when i get thinking like this, it does no good. yesterday i didn’t think about it. i didn’t dwell in unproductive guilt. and i got a bunch done.
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some handpaints
both sport and lace weight. ~ i’m going to keep that one on the far right for myself.
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some washed carded & dyed churro (with corresponding tinkles~ black tinkle!!?!)
i don’t have plans for any of these yet. i just got motivated to dye them up.
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and some washed churro fleece
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i had no intention whatsoever to wash up any fleece yesterday.
but, once again, i was forced to.
while i was on the front porch flick carding some wool, my son, went around back, truned on the garden hose and decided it would be a good day to clean out the mudroom. i found his “cleaning event” fairly quickly; but the damage was already done. two inches of water on the floor of the mudroom. the above fleece was stored in the mudroom in a burlap sack. on the upside; the mudroom floor got mopped, and another pound of this churro is washed. on the down side, last night, i totally collapsed.
if i could only be this productive every day.
but then again, i think my body would rebel. i have a fever and i’m feeling ‘flare-y’ and my arms and ears appear to be sprouting some new rashes. a total downer to be a slave to not only my mental limitations, but my physical ones as well. ha.
now, who wants to come over and help me clean the house? i’ll send you home with some washed rare breed wool. (and possibly one very spirited 2.5 year old boy; in ‘like new’ condition.)
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I don’t clean my house an awful lot, myself. But on Saturday, before I went out with my Brownie co-leader to plan out next year, I for some reason washed the kitchen floor. Right before the next door neighbors (who share the sewer line with us) told us the landlord was coming over about the plumbing. They hardly ever come over but if he had seen the state of that floor, I don’t know what he would have thought!! They didn’t come in the house, but I felt so much better. I should remember that, right? Sometimes you have unexpected visitors? That you would be embarrassed to have see your house a mess? I never remember, just lucky every once in a while! Hope you’re feeling better…
July 24th, 2006 | #
hi pip~ holymolyrolypoly, you did all that w/ a 2.5 yr old while illin’?!? tres impressed am i. and loving your blog, too. if you are feeling flush, come check out my plea for sponsorship in the charity blogathon. or just come visit and say hi. xo v
July 24th, 2006 | #
You know, you get more done than just about anyone I know and you have two little kids! Don’t be so hard on yourself and take care when you feel a flare up coming on.
July 24th, 2006 | #
Heh, I’d come clean your house for some goodies, but it’s taken me 5 LONG years to train my guy properly. He now makes the bed in the morning, and vaccuums twice a week. Training. That’s all it takes.
July 24th, 2006 | #
M is great at washing floors. She’s also good at taking towels and drying them too. She’d be tickled to come home with your “like new” boy.
You really do get a ton done. Kids are a job and a half
And you are really tough whether you realize it or not.
I meant to call you all day today but didn’t have time until it was the witching hour and then that idea was shot to hell! *fingers crossed for tomorrow.
XOXOX
*AV
July 24th, 2006 | #
Wow!
Nice blog!
Gorgeous yarns!
I can’t wait to come back after I learn how to knit!
July 24th, 2006 | #
Well, if you ever want to feel better about what you ‘get done’ consider this list of things I ‘do’ most days…
1.Wake Up (if I’ve slept)
2.Figure out where I am
3.Break for Lunch
4.Wonder: Why?
5.Try to get a little sleep before my poor brain pops.
And when I wake up — IF i wake up — kinda do the same thing again.
Cheers
July 25th, 2006 | #
listen you! i agree with everyone above that you do a ridiculous amount of stuff…i hear your pain as you know we have similar ailments that knock us down a peg,and i don’t have kiddies. i will sound like a hippocrite saying this, but you need to force yourself to understand that you are being harder on yourself than you would be on anyone else. clearly. i do the same thing. you can only do what you can do. and my house has cat barf and fur all over the place. delightful.
smoooooooochies!
July 27th, 2006 | #