7 Quick Takes

Here's what I've spent my October doing so far...

1. Fighting to give the cat a laxative, daily. Fighting to clean out little Samuel's nose from his cold. Fighting to get a few more hours of sleep...

2. Fighting the never-ending clutter that is taking over my livingroom. Fighting to finish painting. To finish the dishes. To finish knitting. Fighting to finish anything, really.

3. Fighting to get the stroller down the stairs. Fighting to get the carseat in the car. Fighting to get the clothes on the line, to get them off the line, to get them put away in drawers and then gathered up dirty all over again. Fighting the list that are made and lost and the fact that despite having a total school attendance, between us, of THIRTY-SEVEN years, we do not, apparently, own a pen.

4. Fighting to get to church on time, to get to the polls before they close, to get to the grocery store in the rain. Fighting to stop the cats and the baby from eating tape, dirt, a piece of hair, a sunflower seed one of them found on the carpet, and from licking each other.

5. Fighting to schedule three Thanksgiving dinners, two of them in our house, one of those with guests, and the one that's away involves me making and bringing a pie. Fighting to get the bags of clothes for the Salvation Army out of my house. Fighting to set up the new crib, to take down the old, to remember where I put the crib linens, to get the wreath up on the door, to get to the bank every, oh, say month or so.

6. Fighting for my family: to make at least one meal a day that doesn't involve canned soup, to ensure everyone has towels, to time showers so we're all bathed before an event, to plan rides, to plan appointments. Fighting to get a repairman in when a puddle appears under my washer and then discovering the dryer is broken.

7. Fighting for three minutes alone-time in the bathroom without someone wanting to 'chat'. Fighting with my post-baby body, which is a completely different and weirdly un-dressable shape that clothes are not yet made for on this planet. Fighting the feeling that I live in a Roman vomitorium considering the amount of spit-up and hairballs I clean up daily. Fighting the urge to buy stocks in Mr. Clean.

For a more uplifting list, vist Jen at Conversion Diary...