Catch Up

I’ve got Roger Day’s ketchup song going through my head today. On top of being pun-ny, it’s got a catchy tune. It’s officially known as the “Super Secret Mystery Track” on Ready to Fly—check it out here.

So, the kids have gone back to school and it’s catch up day. I remember a time when a day was all I needed! In college, I could just go zero-to-sixty one day and catch up on everything I’d been blowing off. A few years after college, I could take a day and clean my entire (studio) apartment and catch up on my bills. When we were first married, I could come back to work after vacation and catch up in one good day of hard work.

You can see part of the problem right there—I don’t do that zero-to-sixty thing so much anymore. Plus “a good day of hard work” is hard to find. There are bound to be significant chunks of day devoted to The Management of Children. And, while no one will deny that’s hard work, it’s not getting anyone caught up. In fact, raising children often feels like the opposite of progress—running on a treadmill, emulating Sisyphus, bailing with a teaspoon…you pick your image.

I’m not going to get caught up today, and I’m okay with that. Christmas has been put away, the house is (relatively) clean, I’ve got some good STD lists going—that stands for Stuff To Do. And yes, I use the initials because they make me laugh. And they’re shorter. But mostly because they make me laugh.

On top of all that, I worked out today and then achieved the Mommy Trifecta! Yes, folks, my personal grooming today included a shower with hair wash…and shaving…and nail care! The Mommy Trifecta!

I suspect my brother stopped reading about there. But who cares? It’s a catch up blog.

I’m about out of time to sit down and write—time to go pick up kids. Hmmm. There’s a lot more of “picking up” than catching up in my life these days. I sense another blog coming on. Better go catch up on my coffee.

I’ll catch up on my sleep when I’m about sixty!