and it's spilling all over the furniture.
I'd like to say I'm speaking metaphorically, but, sadly, the dog growled at the cat, who took three leaps: one from the sofa to the coffee table, then the coffee table to the chair--where the other dog is--then onto the end table, where she went skidding off and knocked my glass of grape juice over.
It's 10:00 at night when I'm writing this--do you know how much I DON'T want to get up and clean up the grape juice.
(Chat amongst yourselves; I'll be back. Grape juice does stain after all.)
I'm back. The cat is sufficiently chastised from the barrage of words that frothed from my tight lips (and she does look somewhat similar to this picture, only Pagan is black and doesn't have a smushed face) and the dogs are grinning that they aren't the ones getting in trouble.
And this is just the last five minutes of my life.
I started a day job the other day. For the past almost 2 years I had been laid off from my day job, but one of the guys from the old job started at a new company, needed someone to help out, thought of me, and called. I couldn't say no, so now I'm working part time there and trying to figure out how I did this before. You know, work, write, food shop, pay bills, get the kids ready for back to school (which is then going to morph into nagging to get homework done and making lunches), keep up the family unit, clean the house (okay, let's be real... that doesn't happen even when I don't have a part time job), etc. etc., live my life.
There just aren't enough hours in the day. I think I figured out why vampires are so popular these days--everyone wants to be able to stay up all night to get everything they need to do done. I wouldn't mind not having to sleep...
But I must, and tomorrow it starts all over again, though Fridays are my day home, so I'll be writing. And getting promo ready for a conference in two weeks, and checking in on two blogs I'm on (this one included), and figuring out when we'll get the oil changed in 2 cars, and when to get one kid's hair cut for school pictures--and the pictures I get taken because I don't like school pictures, and take them all shopping for shoes, and run to the local store for birdseed because I enjoy feeding half the state of Pennsylvania's sparrow population outside my office window...
You know how the proverbial "they" say that if you want something done, ask a busy person? Please don't ask me. I've got enough on my plate as it is.
Oops, no I don't. The dog growled at the cat again, and now my DINNER (yes, I'm eating dinner at 10 - that being busy thing, you know) is on the floor.
Off to clean up yet another mess.
Here's hoping when this posts tomorrow morning, life will be a little less hectic. Of course, that only means that I'll have time to figure out what I'm making for all the Labor Day parties this weekend. We have one Friday night, one Saturday and one Sunday.
And that's actually a great thing to have your cup runneth over with: friends. How about you - what are you going to be doing this weekend?