Transition is looming…

Will starts school in a few, very short weeks. And while I am anticipating a serious meltdown that spirals into a Dear Lord, WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN phase for a while, at least I know that I’ll have Will to be all – ‘Dude, MOM – Get Over it – 9:15 to 11:45 is LESS THAN 3 HOURS’. But still. My feet are frozen… creatively speaking, of course. And considering that we live approximately 2 minutes and 26.5 seconds from the school (yes I timed it. stop judging me), I had better get my bud-unka-dunk in gear. TOOT SWEET.

Because, if you could see me, then you’d know. My hair is sun bleached with heindog roots, my freckles are totally chill and whatevs — the office move that was supposed to be over by the end of the summer is still only half done AND – I still haven’t figured out what I am going to do next. Yeah, I can hear you – STOP SHOUTING… WHY do I have to DO anything? Why can’t I just STOP?  Well, whatever lazy bones… because I’ve tried. And if you haven’t seen what happens to someone that has worked semi-consistently since they were 12 then you can sit right over there with the Olsen Twins. Because they’ve been footin around since they were babes… and you don’t hear them complaining — DO YOU? Not to mention that I have this whacked out “creative” gene stun-gunning me every time I try to think inside the box. Which is not only why I married a Republican, but also the reason that anxiety likes to sneak up on me when the big idea exerts itself.

And this is a critical time. When Will was born I was still running a mildly successful company that allowed me to be a Mom, work from home and manage the day to day operations with employees. I did this for the better part of Will’s life.. until the giant ECONOMIC CRISIS (echo echo echo) took it from me. Since then I have been a full-time Mom with occasional projects here and there, with the help of a babysitter a few hours a week. With the exception of these few hours — Will has been with me from the second he wakes up until about 5 minutes after he falls asleep. And, yes.. I could be considerate about the whole situation, but honestly — I’m a little weary of finally having time.

And, although I’m totally aware that you are on vacation these last weeks of summer… What should I do, Internet? I’m damn-sure as hell NOT giving you all of my newly found two and a half hours… What would you do?