Overloaded

I learned a lot about our house during the walk-through with our inspector, back in February, on Mom's birthday, while Myka got my car smogged, before I found a cold-weather jacket, and less than 24 hours before boarding a flight to Boston. And somehow, a lot of what Andy said stuck in my head.

Like where the circuit breakers were, and how he managed to unlock the otherwise stuck cover, and vaguely which side of the box our kitchen circuits were on. Apparently, on should not run the toaster, the microwave, and the clothes washer all at once (as they are on one circuit).

Our lives are pretty much always that busy. There's about ten things happening at once, and we try to keep on top of all of the little details, keep communicating to one another, and not kill anybody in the process. And it seems to me that we're always about half a heartbeat away from taking on more. (As if on cue, my phone just rang.)

I find all this business exhausting. Not only because I came back from sick leave to a mountain of work, and a litany of unanswered calls (which are not my responsibility, but are dispatched to me as if I have nothing better to do). I wish there was more time and energy for accomplishing the many things I'd like to do that slip through the cracks.

In other news... the door should be finished tomorrow. Then it's clean up, touch up, and resting up. As well as holiday recon and planning.