Taking Leave of My Senses

I went to the coast yesterday. It was spectacular. So spectacular, in fact, that I forgot to take a single picture.

Yeah. I know. There I was at the beach in February, getting a sun burn (thanks a lot, SPF 70--You had ONE JOB!), reveling in the glory of blue waters and sea anemones, and I didn't remember to take a single picture.

Sigh.

That sort of sums up my life right now. Every time I think I'm getting my head above water, or that I'm starting to do a better job of remembering things, I forget that it's the kid's Special Day at school.

ERG!

And because I was already doing such a fine job staying on top of everything in my life, I decided to start a new project (because you know, I've been ignoring that last novel for a year and a half, what's another year and a half??), and had an idea for a YA trilogy.

In short: SHOOT ME NOW. Just put me out of my misery. It's not like I'm going to suddenly grow an extra pocket of time that will magically allow me to have more writing time. I'm not suddenly going to have fewer real world needs (two words: dinner, laundry), so why do I think I'll suddenly have the ability to do more with less? Magic?

Yeah, that's it: Magic?

I need a timeturner.


So what do you guys think? Ever have those days where you think the extra money for pre chopped veggies is absolutely worth the saved time?