When I was 20, I worked a full-time job, a part-time one, took three classes a semester and volunteered at Planned Parenthood, dispensing advice and the pill. I had a drinking habit, a small circle of everyday friends, a larger circle of every weekend friends, some friends (who came with benefits) and six-packs.
In hind-sight, I owned the fucking universe.
And the jobs would promote me, and I’d get A minuses, and a discount on my depo-provera. And I didn’t have to deal with the focus issues that I now have because I didn’t have a nearly-three-year-old-fog-horn in my ear, I drank lots of coffee and still dabbled in the nose candy (read: anything that makes you speedier makes a person with ADD more focused), and I didn’t have a week’s worth of bleeding, painful hell to deal with every three to four weeks.
Yes, I’m blaming my period.
Since, I’ve had that decibel-emitter, I’ve obviously gone off the birth control and I’ve quit coffee, wheat, dairy, and pretty much all other things that make life fun (ie. drugs) when you’re 20 years old.
I grew up.
And I got dumber. Or so it seems.
Deadlines get forgotten without notes. I need notes to remind me to check my notes. I can’t work on a long-winded task while she’s up – yes, I just admitted that sometimes I put on a movie (fuckit. or two, or three) when I have a deadline and no childcare, to work. Also? I have absofuckinglutely no patience for interruptions when I’m working. Whether you’re 6′2″ or 35″, you’re getting the death glare, the huff and the adult version of annoyed whining.
It kind of sounds like her annoyed whining. Yes, she is mine, why do you ask? Nature vs nurture people.
Anyway…
The point is, I cannot multi-task any longer. I used to pwn juggling 40 thousand things and now, I have to double check if she’s wearing underwear before we leave the apartment and maybe if I am, too. I put her in the bath, walk ten feet away to do dishes from a vantage point that I can see her, and I forget that she’s in the tub. I have to set a timer to tell me when dinner’s done, people. When I’m making pancakes.
Right now, I have a lot on my plate. Besides pancakes.
I’m designing five websites. I’m getting products to review. I’m amalgamating my three side blogs into this one. I’m writing on a bunch of sites and have plans for ebooks, too. Two clients need three and a half years of bookkeeping done between them, and I should probably get around to mine from last year, too – so I can do my taxes, three months late.
Oh, and did I mention that I have no childcare this month? Yeah, she’s on holidays, our care giver.
So me? I’m out of here. I’m off, galavanting. For at least two weeks.
