musings in mayhem

writer, mom, tutor, superwoman

Why oh why?

Can’t I write my final scene which is already laid out pretty well in a spiral notebook which has been open on my desk for a couple of weeks or so now?

Can’t I write the essay that should be the result of the interview I conducted a couple of weeks ago?

Can’t I clean up my room from the buckets that should be switched seasonal clothes and back in the attic for a few weeks now?

Can’t I get it together to practice tai chi, yoga, take my walks, or engage in any regular form of exercise?

Can’t I plan a dinner beyond the five minutes before I cook it?

Because I’m pooped, that’s why.

Because I can’t keep one strain of thought going when I turn around to leave the room to go do that thing, what was it – I was going to leave the room to do.

Because I’d rather read a book, even if I can only manage three pages at a time.

Because I’d rather cuddle the baby who kept me up all night again, as she drowsily skips her nap, again.

And that’s why I’m so pooped.

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2 thoughts on “Why oh why?

  1. Sigh. Did I write this?

  2. hee-hee…the woes of a mom-writer.

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