This week feels like a month. I'm not sure exactly why. Too many balls in the air, I suspect. Too many things I want to do. I had to break down and hire a babysitter for this afternoon. Partially, because I have been messing around with book trailers and my 9yo has started asking "How come all those dudes on your computer never have shirts on?" Oops.
In trying to juggle so many things over a summer where my three children are under foot, I have run into failure more times than I can count. And I have had to learn to accept my own limitations. This includes trying to delegate (*snort*) things to others. And also accepting there are things I am just not good at:
1. I am not good at responding to comments from people who are following my blog but aren't plugged in. I can't tell you the embarrassing number of times I have written a pithy response to a comment only to send it to "firstname.lastname@example.org."
2. I can't seem to master GoodReads. I have only 5 friends on GoodReads. These are friends who have requested to be my friends. I have no idea how to request to be friends with others. Add to that the fact that I am rather delayed in inputting my books and you get one big fat GoodReads disaster. Don't even get me started with LibraryThing.
3. I seem to only be able to respond to people in positions of "authority" with sarcasm or inappropriate ribbing.
Example: My financial planner left a message at home and on my cell yesterday about his decision to move to a new company.
I emailed him back thusly:
I am very busy and important and unless you can help me sell romance novels, we are going to have to table your need to emotionally process your job change over the phone. Suffice it to say, I trust you and our money will continue to follow you as long as you are breathing. Just don't get rid of your assistant. I have no doubt she is doing all the work around there anyways.
He responded to thank me for my "kinda kind words."
4. I cannot manage to call my sister or my parents on a weekly basis. I am a complete failure at over the phone communication. My sister has learned to text me. My parents have learned to shame me. I still can't get it together to call.
5. I would like to be Mary Poppins with my kids over the summer. I am instead Miss Hannigan. Sigh.