I received no less than three emails today from unrelated people saying more or less the same thing:
"You know the [fill in the name of project here] we discussed? We need to move forward on that soon. Hello?"
Look people, in case you haven't caught on, yet, I will say "yes" to anything. Want me to write for your site? Sure, send me the access code! Want me to help you redesign your blog even though I have no design skills? Absolutely, let's brainstorm! Want me to give birth to your baby? No problem, I shoot 'em out like a bazooka.
Okay, I'm actually a little more picky than that, but you get the idea.
Inevitably, however, some things slip through the cracks. Conference calls, for instance. Um, could you all just call me? Yeah, the entire conference. You call me as a group. No? That's not the way it works? Humpf.
Wait, you wanted that contract signed? I still haven't unpacked my printer. Could you just sort of forge my signature? This email can serve as my permission for you to do so. What? Legal who? Grrrrr.
Who is supposed to pay taxes again? I think I paid those last year. What? Every year? Um, let me get back to you on that one.
What do you mean you haven't eaten lunch today? Didn't your 20 month old brother prepare a nutritious meal for you from the one cabinet he can reach? What? It only had an empty box of cereal in it and an old cereal bar wrapper? Didn't you go grocery shopping, my dear sweet 3 year old? What exactly do you think that tricycle is for, kid?
Maybe I am exaggerating a bit. But that's how it feels sometimes.
...Good God... (rereading this post so far...)
I think I've just written a textbook mommyblog post.
I am Mommyblogger. Hear me snore!
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A post about overextending myself. Huh. That's original.
Did I mention I've only been sleeping three hours a night? Not for lack of trying, either. And I was actually entertaining the idea of having a third child. I am one cah-ray-zee lady.
So, consider this my open letter to all of you to whom I have made promises since signing back online in March. I have received your emails. I have received your calls. I have received your contracts. I have received your psychic messages wishing me focus and drive and the ability to follow-through. I hear you.
I'm on it. And I really do mean that. I meant it when I said I wanted to [fill in whatever it is that I said I wanted to do]. I've just gotten a little distracted.
But now? I'm on it.
Right after I take a nap.
Love,
Megan
PS-- This whole over-extending ourselves thing? That is precisely why I have begun the launch of Blog Nosh Magazine. I want to reward all of us for keeping something of value on our own blogs. Even if that means writing something brilliant that only your audience of 20 will read.
That's where Blog Nosh Magazine will come in. Make it good. Make it solid. Make it for yourself. We'll help you find the audience. Just do it for you, first and foremost.
That's why I overextend myself. At the end of the day, I get something of great value out of every single project to which I commit, even if that something is helping others.
It is just that today was one of those really long days.
And I could have sworn it was Friday.
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