mundanity strikes

So, yes. I have other things to be doing right now. I am running out of steam for this whole January NaBloPoMo. Aren't you also gleeful that I'm almost finished? Not as much as I am.

I am in the midst of doing multiple things because that whole, stupid multitasking thing has long been ingrained into me. So, I'm just going to tell you about my evening and leave it there.

-- Have weary reaction to child's sobbing...send her to her room until she calms down and tells me, 'I need a cuddle.' After this, she admits that just answering me in the first place would have been much easier. We get her cleaned up for bed, call Papi to tell him buona notte, we sing and sign 'ABCs' and then 'Twinkle.' She's asleep by eight (for the first time in lived memory).

All other activities going on somewhat simultaneously:

-- Finish up my tv watching for the semester by watching the end of season two of The Gilmore Girls.

-- Idealize fictional small-town life.

-- Wash dishes.

-- Wash laundry.

-- Fold laundry.

-- Make bean soup (although I have no idea what I am supposed to be sorting out when 'sorting and washing' said beans. Ask husband when he gets home and his response is 'rocks.' Mm-kay).

-- Read (for the ninety-seventh time) King Lear.

-- Forget how to spell 'eavesdropping.'

-- Drink forty-ounces of water an hour.

-- Do multiple pee dances while I try to finish just one more thing.

-- Brace myself for the nasty, nasty eye-gouging and -crushing scene.

-- Plan for the next week's worth of classes.

-- Create and print out more class materials.

-- Throw a bra insert thingy for the covert cat so he can fetch it.

-- Add to my course design (the project by which I will be judged for all time...or for my Master's work, whichever).

-- Post this.

-- Consider the merits of Mother's Little Helper.

-- Hang my head and cry.

-- Don't, under any circumstances, sleep.

Good night and please enjoy a moment's shut-eye for me.