Today, I have major mind clutter, largely because I am stricken with anxiety over the piles of mess everywhere in my house. My ONE goal today was to clean off my kitchen island. It didn't happen, and now it won't happen for days. I'm spending tomorrow an hour away with Grace and our friends (June Cleaver and her two boys) dining at the Rainforest Cafe and watching The Bee Movie. I'm also supposed to be figuring out what to do in Philly with Dash's godmother, who's visiting from Virginia, on Saturday. And I'm also supposed to be finishing up paperwork for Petunia for Something That Cannot Yet Be Discussed Here. I'm drowning in the work that I'm not doing, and the lyrics to Justin Timberlake's SexyBack keep playing in the background of my mind (yes, Humberto, I know I listen to crappy music, but it makes me happy). My house is a freakin' mess, but hey, I can dance.
None of these projects were attended to because Dash woke up snorgelly (in our house, this means full of snot). It was Picture Day at his school, so I spent some time on the phone coordinating when to bring him in for the individual and group shots. Much to my surprise, he cooperated -- must be the stuffy head -- and found it riotously funny that the photographer asked him to say "cheeseburger!" We've been saying "cheeseburger!" and smiling at each other for much of the day -- the part of the day that didn't involve Dash screaming for either Daddy or Grammy because he's sick, and clearly they should be here to suffer with him.
So, I didn't sort through piles of paper, clean countertops, make plans, do paperwork... I made pancakes that didn't get eaten, held a sleeping boy for over two hours (and couldn't sleep myself because of mind clutter), watched the Cars movie twice and read a Tonka anthology at least three times. What puts my mind clutter back on the shelf is knowing that I don't have to cancel my plans with Petunia tomorrow because Dash is sick. Au pair Maria can and will take excellent care of him, and Petunia doesn't get screwed out of a good time. I canceled a whole lot of plans with her over the last couple of years because of Dash's sickness-after-sickness, so it's nice that at least our plans will proceed tomorrow. She is such a good girl that she deserves it, and it'll be a nice break for me, too, to not have to look at my piles of mess for a few hours. Sigh.