This is Harder Than it Looks (But Not as Hard as I make it Look)

I really would like to say that I make blogging look easy, but oh my gosh–if anyone based their launch into the world of blogging on my scant and short history, they’d never get started. I swear, in my head I was going to be much more devoted, diligent, and devastatingly humorous.

This was going to be “I had Cancer” story, but quite honestly the last couple of weeks have been hard to deal with, stressful and busy. I am just not up to sharing my cancer story.

My eldest is still looking for a job. Finally, she got a call back from a great opportunity not far from home, hours that will work great for her, and (I think) it’s slightly higher than minimum wage. However, as with any job hunting experience, it has been stressful, scary, and a bit depressing. I know that she has not gone through anything more than the multitude of job seekers in our community. It is still hard to go through, and hard to watch your child go through it. It has certainly prompted many in my area to get prayers from an anonymous stranger (me). She is waiting for her background check to be completed, so hopefully in a week or so I will be blogging about my employed child.

And holy cow, did I forget how busy school gets. Granted, I only have one in school now, but I have quickly been reminded of the fast pace of high school life. I don’t think I’ve mentioned it here yet, but I am a Cheer Mom. I am not one of those who get over-involved in her daughters’ lives, but I do enjoy watching the cheer team. I am sure this will not be the last mentioning of cheer events. In fact, I can *pretty much* guarantee it will not be.

This weekend is homecoming. That means tailgating with the football team’s families. Since this is my fifth year with the cheer program, I was drafted, er I mean I volunteered to coordinate our team’s participation. If you are remotely unfamiliar with me, please feel free to read my previous blogs on — “Autumn’s Resolutions”, “Attention Deficit Dis–Hey, how are you?”, and “Procrastination.” Suffice it to say I avoid planning and organizing. Alas, I’ve been drafted. I got around to it last night. Homecoming is Saturday. Julie On the Spot!

This entry was pretty much an apology to those few of you who wait for me. I appreciate it and don’t even mind the reminder emails you send. I can’t promise another one too awfully soon, but I do promise I’ve already put some time aside on my weekend’s agenda to fine tune a few of the entries I’ve started.

You know, unless I can find something else that distracts me …


Hello, my name is Julie and I am a procrastinator. I am a procrastinator like my mother before me. Maybe even her mother before, but I doubt it. That would be my grandmother, and sorry–Grandma was perfect, so she probably worked on things when she should have.

In fact, the make-shift, pretend schedule I’ve put myself on to post here has been delayed twice. And I’ve only been on this for month. Last week I was ornery. This week I am using the Labor Day holiday weekend as my excuse. Granted, I’ve been back to the real world for two days now, and I am just getting this done. But … you know–the holiday weekend, and all.

What tops it is my complete lack of ideas. Don’t get me wrong, I have a whole notebook full of topics and ideas. The mood I am still in makes none of them funny to me. I have eight drafts that I have started. That’s how many are not funny or fun or really that informative right now.

I keep trying to figure out what it is, and the only conclusion is that I am a irritable person right now. It’s because of this procrastination thing I suffer from, because I am sure it is an affliction and not laziness. I am sure of it.

In my defense, (because people with afflictions need a defense … wait, that’s not quite right) there is a lot going on in my life. Um. You know. The whole “school starting back up” thing–because my daughter, in her third year of high school, needs me so much right now. Heck, I am lucky if my sweet child even makes eye contact with me. Oh, that’s not true–she does make eye contact, then immediately rolls them to the back of her head, sighs heavily and stomps out of whatever room I am in. Unless I have food. I am Super Mom when I have food.

My eldest does need me (and her dad) right now. She is going through changes, but they certainly are not all-consuming changes for me. They are the age-appropriate changes that we, as parents, have been working toward. And while she needs us, I certainly have my own time. That time is just swamped! (Imagine me delicately wiping my furrowed brow in a very genteel manner.)

Oh! the responsibilities I face. I have had to restart my dryer three times. And you know what I’ve done? Let the clothes sit there for three cycles. In my defense, (there it is again!) I really hate folding laundry. And washing it. And cleaning. And cooking. And getting groceries. So, I put all that off until … later.

So, here is my post a day or so late. I do have my to-do list at the ready to get the house cleaned. I’ll try to finish that laundry. But it is a really nice day out. Maybe after dinner I’ll grab a beer and relax on my deck.

In my defense, housework can wait.