Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Where does the time go?



Life has been a little hectic the last couple of days - I guess it's the same for us all right now, as we hurtle breathlessly towards the end of the year at the speed of light. Is is just me, or has this been the fastest year ever?

I've been hammering away at the keyboard while the wee man has been at preschool, knocking the preschool's enrolment package into shape for sending out to new and returning families for 2008. Even this initial foray into the world of schooling somehow requires 8 or 9 pages of information, forms and lists; I've tried to streamline and clarify the material as much as possible, remembering it being a bit much to take in on enrolment day this year. I was gobsmacked this morning when one of my playgroup committee colleagues told me that she just received a 30-page enrolment pack from the preschool she has chosen for her daughter!

I have felt rather guilty for not having time to post since Sunday. I hope I can get over that feeling - I have enough sources of unnecessary guilt in my life. Guilt for not being the mother I'd like to be (when I shriek and lose it, completely forgetting everything I read in "Buddhism for Mothers"); for not being the wife I promised to be (losing interest, losing patience); for not making the most of the abilities and talents I am given (blame my old friend Procrastination, if I dare); for not doing more about world peace and hunger and the people sleeping under bridges just down the road (I've added a button for Peace - click and help assuage my guilt - and your own). And I'm not even Catholic... ;)

I have an idea for a story lurking in the dark corners of my mind at the moment - actually it's a book-sized story. My timing really sucks. I should have had this idea a couple of months ago - then I could have beaten it into submission within the framework of NaNoWriMo, and I might have had 50,000 words to show for it. Now, the onus is on me to wrestle with my own demons, scoop some non-existent spare time out of my days, and see where this idea leads. Perhaps some of that discipline learned through my month of posts can be stretched to fit.

PS. It seems there may be another plan for the little shop already in place - my cafe dream must be re-shelved...for now.

PPS. That photo up there is me, aged about 2 1/2. Do you think the wee man looks just a bit like me? I always thought he looked more like his father, until I started looking at my own baby photos...

2 comments:

tiff (three ring circus) said...

Ah, yes, the catholic guilt ( I have this too and I am not Catholic either) I prefer to call it mother guilt but it encompasses all things.

I can see you in the wee man, even without the pictures of you as a child but that one you have there? YES! Most definately!

baby~amore' said...

I can see the wee man too - you were oh so cute.
Mother guilt I have a dump load.

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