Officially, it’s an ‘I’m frazzled’ friday.

A morning where I surge out of bed and dismally announce to the world: I’m feeling frazzled.

M: (rolls eyes)

Lexi:  ::sounds a baby makes:: (grabs at booby)

I’m grateful for how seriously they take me.

Source: The Cat Woman

It’s a frazzled tale where;

Mysteriously, my favorite Winnie-the-Pooh coffee mug disappears. For twenty minutes this morning, I frantically swing cupboards open, clamber on gnarled knees to squirm beneath salt-y dusted tables and pepper spattered chairs, remove our basil plant, cacti and succulents to peek around their perch, I even elevate the cat food dish as if that’s where a runaway cup ought to be found, only to, at some point during this nonsense, open the fridge and discover my beloved mug loyally perched on the top shelf, next to the gooseberries and currants, where I had placed it days ago — it even generously offers a shot of stale, three-day old coffee.

My baby sucks on pebbles from the bamboo plant, and I spend the next half-hour scooping handfuls of pebbles out from her gaping maw. (Coupled with a crinkly, dried-up orchid petal.)

The cat’s pissed. And then pitches a chunky hairball all over our shaggy black rug. Fucking cat.

Where. The page is.
blank.

Where I can’t get more than two sentences down on paper before another crisis erupts, and I’m exceedingly behind in my writing because, after three hours, this is what fills my page:

(scribble)

There lived a fruit fly named Pete. He liked to live on our street. One day he fell down while shuffling to town, and then his tiny crown got beat.

(/scribble) <insert smushed corpse dangling from page. Poor Pete.>

And then Lexi crawls over and jostles my arm, which causes me to tap a key and delete a paragraph, all while I am still in mid eye-blink. Stuck in the frazzleds, that’s me.

However, I am wise enough to recognize the frazzlies signify something might be a-miss. Sometimes it’s just pure chaos here at our humble city-apartment dwelling, but when I’m feeling this much frazzledness, it’s my red flag. My trumpet of forewarning.

Something is awry and needs to be modified, somehow. So this is where I shall undauntedly begin to pen down a few weekly goals in the hopes of nipping away this sensation…

Goals for 6/20

To get un-frazzled.

Add $300.00 to my emergency savings fund, which is my online Discover Savings account @ .90% APY. DONE

Yoga. Daily.

Broke-Ass Mommy has officially joined the Yakezie Challenge. Add badge widget and Alexa stats to website. DONE

Outline some (rough) story ideas / character sketches I have quivering about. I don’t know what my characters are supposed to be doing exactly, I just know they’ve been stuck in my head and need to be extracted.

Other website tinker-y to-do’s:

Install Pac-Man plugin on WordPress (for fun).
Work on ‘About’ page.

Anticipated weekend expenses:

A wedding. A pair of glitzy new shoes. And some fresh coffee.

To conclude with this blathering on; maybe there’s just too much ‘to-do’ and not enough ‘get-done’. And this shall pass. Maybe I just need to accept that my cat will puke wherever she pleases, and continue to do whatever she wants. Because she’s a cat, you see.

Thoughts on any of this? Do you ever experience the frazzles?

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