I’m not going to lie. This week has been tough. With lockdown 2.0 looming I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I have shit to do. Shit to buy. I am exhausted from all the shit. There I said it. The thing that exhausts me the most though is all the planning, all the logistics (Errand Paralysis ). The picking and dropping of kids to school and activities. The snacks, the lunches, the uniforms ( Parenting). Checking the weather. Getting rained on. Dealing with screaming, hungry, tired kids in the rain. It’s all just so shitty. I have become a diary manager for what feels like the most busy, popular kids in the world. I am constantly time managing. And if you know me this is a massive joke being played on me by the universe. I suck at time management. I am disorganised. I get bored of details. I am an ideas person. I don’t care about the details. I would like to hire someone to take care of the details. I don’t remember being hired by anyone to manage my kids’ diaries or my husband’s diary. How did this happen to me? Why am I being bogged down in boring details all the time? I just want to be unaware of the pressures of time, not think oh gosh it’s 240 – better pick up child 1. The universe is probably laughing it’s ass off at me because this is proper punishment for me. I know how to torture Yasmin. Let’s make her think and plan and organise. Bahahah. I quit. I quit as diary manager. I’m actually looking forward to this infernal lockdown to get a bit of rest from diary management. I am going to stay in my pajamas all day long and delegate parenting to someone else. Sorry Chump. You’re up.
