See the black spots on that flypaper? Each one is a fly. Flies are grosser than spiders, centipedes or snakes. They pass diseases and they look creepy. My name is Green Girl and I'm Fly-ist.
This month is shaping up to be a scary one. First there is the huge PTA event--shopping day & bake sale I've stupidly agreed to commandeer. Will there be enough hot chocolate to sell? Cookies? Will I find enough 8 ft. long tables for the vendors at the event? Stay tuned... While that's going on, Mr. T's has his first Scout camporee (love how the Scouts have funny names for their activities). It'll be his 2nd overnight experience and I'm a little worried about him making it through. I'm okay with him going. He needs to start doing this friend-based stuff and Scouts seems to be providing him with the "in" to that world.
Today I'm working on the Tom Nelson campaign--my favorite politician. The trouble is, I hate making phone calls, so spending 2 hours calling unsuspecting strangers is a huge act of charity. Then I must start baking, cleaning and cooking for aforementioned PTA event and for some out of town guests en route to Sunday's Packer game. And attend one karate class this week after shopping for (you guessed it) supplies for PTA event. And shovel off a desk full of papers, forms and files and figure out what to get my parents for their 40th wedding anniversary.
Adding a layer of interest is a snotty 5 year old giving me grief and an infestation of houseflies upstairs. Which is the bigger pest? The upstairs windows look like the Amityville Horror. Ew. And when I get bored throwing myself into a panic over this unimportant stuff, I think about our trip this month to Disney World (what if I forget to pack Mr. T's medicine? my underwear? the confirmation numbers?). What if I go back to work someday? How will I handle motherhood, housekeeping and a job? Why is Mr. G doing that thing with his hands lately? Is it a sign of Tourrettes? Were the walnuts I put in the apple bread good? They taste funny...should I bring half the loaf to the neighbors? If the walnuts were bad, would it make them sick?
I think I'm transferring my deeper fears about the economy and the elections to ordinary stuff--anyone else care to hypothesize on my hyperventillating?