laundry

This autumn has been brutal for me. The extended season brought with it a multitude of extra clients able to get leafy pictures, leaving me scrambling to find time for my family, my housework, my friends, and my regular events like the Holiday Photobooth... ~sigh~ Add on the network meeting, start of school, a bunch of trips to the eye doctor for me and my middle child, a few birthdays (husband, sister, goddaughter, stepmom...), visiting sick kids in the hospital (enough already!) and switching over the computer systems and I tell ya - I am fit to be tied.

Ever notice how when life gets busy, the first thing that slips is the housework? Maybe not for everyone, but for me, I know that when there is very little time to spread around, the housework is the first thing to get ignored - the plants get watered a little less often, dust collects on my piano, the switch plate covers develop visible finger smudges. And the laundry gets ignored. With a family of 6, that is a LOT of laundry to ignore. So I took Friday off work to catch up. Between batch-processing a bunch of colour corrections (ALWAYS calibrate your screens - BOTH of them) and nursing a stomach bug that is still giving me intermittent upper-abdominal cramps, and since I am owed a few days from all the overtime I socked into the network meeting, I spent the day re-burning CDs, mailing out client prints (I'm SO sorry they are so late coming everyone!), plotting my diabolical takeover of the world, and washing virtual mountains of laundry.

I am ---> this <--- close to getting all the kinks ironed out of the computer transfer. I have only 2 clients waiting for online proofs. I have a stacks and stacks of Holiday Photobooth cards sitting here to be picked up. I have the Powerpoint presentations for the first two DLS workshops ready. And today, I will be doing my *own* family's annual Christmas picture. Equilibrium isn't completely restored - my 2006 taxes still need to be filed - but we're getting closer.

There is only one load of laundry left to be washed. And at the rate I am going, I might actually be able to go to bed at the same time as my husband tonight. Life. Is. Good.