Do you ever feel like you are in "triage mode?" That is when all you do is put out fires and stay one step ahead of the next emergency.
I know my life is in triage mode when:
I am at Harmon's grocery store searching for a gift for our piano teacher 15 minutes before she gets to my house.
I let the house go to hell in a hand basket.
Mr. Peeks (our version of the Elf on the Shelf) hasn't been hid in two weeks...no one notices.
My car is so dirty that my kids are disgusted and beg me to wash it.
I am at the store at 11:30 at night in my uni looking for gingerbread houses for a party I am throwing the next morning at 10:00 am.
All of the clean laundry is still in baskets waiting to be folded and we have to "go fish" to find underwear or a pair of socks. I am just happy that there is clean laundry.
We are eating Little Caesars for lunch and dinner and lunch again.
I mix up the tags on the gifts for the primary teachers and don't even bother to call and apologize.
I am ten minutes late for EVERYTHING.
I am texting babysitters at stoplights and making all of my phone calls in the car.
I am running into my house and back out again 15 times a day.
I find a rump roast in the trunk of my car that has been there for two weeks....thank goodness for the cold.
I don't have time to read the newsletters that come with my friends' Christmas cards.
I am summoned for jury duty and have to appear. I am actually grateful for the diversion from the craziness at home.
Getting to the gym every day feels like One.More.Thing.
Christmas is exhausting.
Anyone else in triage mode right now?
