There is no time.
And I think I'm going to need a bigger boat. Er blog.
I'm choosing to man-up. This will not be a boring recap of stupid silly things that most people would roll their eyes at and say "You call those problems? You got nothin' lady...quit your bitchin."
Instead, I am allowing myself only one really long, run-on sentence accompanied by the systematic plucking out of every last strand of hair from my head:
Oh sh*t I hafta pick out a reading for Wednesday's book-signing, get gluten-free food for wonderful doctor-friend coming to town who I think I should re-name "celiac-friend" but she might kill me, rehearse saying "penis" 152 times for LTYM audition, make Jack practice his piano for poor dead grandma's memorial service on Saturday, write something sensical for Chicago Parent column and blog, send out a bunch of 2nd edition Epic Mom books to reviewers who requested them, and lastly.....
I've been holding it for 9 hours.
I also can't remember where I put my kids.
My kids have some stuff going on, too, but their Post-It note reminders have been obliterated by my newer and bigger Post-It note reminders.
I really hope there aren't Parent-Teacher conferences this week.
And how did people survive before Post-It note reminders?
Anyway, this is where having blog friends ROCKS. They fill in the gaps when my brain takes a sabbatical.
Andrea from Maybe it's Just Me is giving away one of the FINAL remaining first edition copies of Epic Mom. Go over there right now to enter! Andrea has also been singing Journey songs to me for a week straight, so I really need you guys to keep her occupied while I get the rest of this crap done. I can't get "Don't Stop Believin'" out of my head because of Andrea.
Sh*t...that reminds me. I, too, have to start my book giveaway. Someone add that to the list.
Another brilliant blogger, Gossip Girl over at ~*~Whatever~*~, graciously allowed me to ramble on about goopy babies and how much I hate the A-Z challenge recently. I was thrilled when she invited me to appear on her blog, but given my answers, I'm not 100% sure she's still talking to me.
So won't you go have a look-see at my nice blog friends while I google "How Not to Kill My Celiac Friend via Poor Menu Choices?"
(As a general matter of perspective, I know things are not BAD, just busy. I try always to remember poor Oscar below and his plight to escape a cursed, funneled life):