“I’m so goddamn crazy.”
This was all I could think to call myself, as I made phone calls with one hand and with the other navigated between web pages, booking parking lots, re-organizing cancelled flights, shooting off emails, and creating work contracts through Facebook and Skype chat.
I was sprouting 8 arms and 5 brains.
Goddamn nucking futs.
It was Thursday. The night before, Craig and I decided to organize a get-together with his friends the following weekend for his 40th. We’d hire a room at the Mantra with beautiful views. The next day, we’d get his family to come over for a relaxing lunch. But, before that we’d organize a meet up with blogging friends on Saturday night in the Gold Coast.
We were flying up in the evening to attend the Problogger conference. Suddenly, I became faster and more manic than any stock broker could ever hope to become on Wall Street. Craig manned the Skype call with our designer to go over our upcoming ebook design. I hit the phones, chatting to his friends and nailing them down, on short notice, to come for his 40th in the space of about 20 mins. Messages were sent to the family and confirmed.
After a quick search online and a shout out to our community, I found a venue for his Gold Coast drinks and created an event in Facebook. Bang, bang. bang. Tasks fired off one after the other
- final notes for Problogger conference organized
- emails answered
- posts semi-organized for our absence
- car parking and Sydney airport hotel organized
- deals done online
- a little prepration for #yTravelOz trip
- a bit of book writing done
- bags packed
- children cooked and loved for
- late night departure for the hotel
I don’t know why I do this to myself. I have wires all messed up in my brain that says do all life changing events at the same time.
We leave on our road trip in 2 weeks. Before today, we didn’t even have a camper trailer. The house is nowhere near packed up. I’ve got birthdays and parties coming out of every orifice. I’ve got to shop for 2 parties. I’m organizing Kalyra to move to Distance education, I’ve got a massive launch for our ebook to prepare, plus finish the final edits and design. AND, we’re madly organizing sponsorships and creative campaigns for our #yTravelOz trip.
We’ve just decided it might be best if we hire a cleaner before we leave because fucked if I am going to spend a day doing it right now. We still have to purchase heaps of supplies for our trip and mismanaged deals have now left us scrambling last minute to get shit done.
And now it looks like Craig has to drive to Melbourne and back next week to pick up the camper trailer. FAAAARRRRKKKK–single motherhood for 4 days…. during school holidays!
And that’s not even scratching the surface of my normal motherly, housewife, business tasks.
I’m going nucking futs and feel as if I won’t make it out of here alive.
Any tips on stopping yourself from going nucking futs? Do you have a magic wand to make everything just work out?