Festering

There is a lot of unfinished business this week, in all areas of my life, and it's driving me a little crazy. A couple jobs ago, my boss was a big advocate of not letting things fester, and I try to emulate him in getting things wrapped up, with or without a bow, as quickly as possible, and moving on to the next task. It's less stressful... if you can manage it.

But this week, there's a lot of festering. I put a load of laundry in last night (extenuating circumstances; I try to stick to only laundering on laundry days) and had to remove that this morning to start the day's laundry, only to find when I moved it to the dryer that I'd left laundry from Monday in the dryer. Festering.

I've studiously avoided taking the next steps with my novel-writing, choosing instead to putter around with removing wallpaper in the bathroom. But since I don't have the time to finish that, it's just a giant purple disaster right now.




This is what Festering looks like


I attempted to finish field trip planning for the year, to at least cross that off the list finally. Here's how it went:

Me: Do you do any educational programs?
Zoo Lady: Sure, we can do them in this tent blah blah blah rain date blah blah
Me: How about May 26th? I'll confirm it with the teachers and let you know. Should I call you or email you?
Zoo Lady: Sure! Probably both, just to be safe, haha. (This should have been a red flag)
Me: Okay. (does just that)

I then proceeded to call about five more times in an attempt to discuss the details, meanwhile:
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Me: Free bus fairy, do you have a bus on May 26?
Bus Fairy: No, sorry.
Me: Bus dude, I need two busses on May 26.
Bus Dude: No can do.
Me: Bus lady, Do you have two busses on May 26?
Bus Lady: I do. You want em?
Me: Yes.
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This morning I finally reach Zoo Lady again.

Me: I wanted to discuss the details of our educational program on the 26th.
Zoo Lady: Sure! Um... what school was this?
Me: Blah blah blah details.
Zoo Lady: Oh, okay, right! Let me fill out the contract. Then I'll see if the tent is available.
Me: Excuse me? I thought I booked the tent last week; I've already lined up the busses and everything.
Zoo Lady: Oh... well, I'll have to check and give you a call back. Maybe tomorrow. (Here is someone who doesn't mind festering)

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I bet you can guess what happened. So... instead of that being wrapped up this morning, it was ripped wide open. The laundry is sitting in my kitchen. The bathroom is awful. The breakfast dishes are festering on the counter. I haven't touched anything resembling a novel all week. My efforts at tidying up have stalled. The filter to the vacuum that I purchased three months ago is buried somewhere in the basement now. I attempted to fix a pair of pants and they have been festering on the coffee table since last week.

The Baby is currently trying to crawl up the back of my shirt, so this will have to suffice as a blog post. Off I go to entertain him with folding laundry.

-A Real Housewife of the North Shore