Balance? Suck It...

Trying to find a sense of balance in my life is not a new theme and I bet it's something y'all are familiar with also. (And no, I'm not from the south, but I've always loved saying y'all just because I can.)

I'm working right now, in fact I went back to work mid-September and what I can say about that is that it's a government-type job. I can also say it's a contract that ends on December 31st. I will also divulge that this is the first time in my adult working life I've not been in a permanent job and while I'm at it, I'll confess that I'm really not enjoying the uncertainty.

There are people out there who flit from place to place and that's great for them if that is their comfort zone. It's not mine. I'm somewhat of a planner and with six of us at home to feed (my mother has been living with us for a few months and that's a post for another time), let's just say that my not having a job come January is a pretty scary feeling what with the little people sort of depending on there being food to eat. (Personally I see nothing wrong with letting them suck the meat off a porkchop bone and eating the slightly-wilted, but nonetheless okay-looking spinach and calling it a day. But nooooo, they want apples. And oranges. And cereal. And a glass of milk. I say, quit yer bitchin' and be happy you're not being force-fed mashed up lima beans Mummy's pretending is a casserole...)

But I digress....balance, right. I've already bored you with my daily routine which hasn't changed except that now there is the added excitement of navigating treacherous roads on my commute to and from work. I have tried at least 3 times in the past week or so to sit down at the kitchen table after the girls have gone to bed to do some crafts. That burst of energy lasts long enough for me to realize I just don't feel like emptying out the craft bin and setting everything up because by the time that's done, I've hit my wall and am eagerly eyeing my pajamas and the bed.

Maybe this weekend....except that Danielle has gymnastics, we need to drive to the cottage one last time and cover up the pontoon properly before winter really sets in, and we're still working on the basement.

If I really need to get my craft on, I guess I'll just draw some pretty flowers on the basement walls with the paintbrush roller. Or maybe I'll smoosh the mashed-up lima beans and call it "art".