The answer is poorly. Very poorly.
You know how sometimes you realize something, but then right as you begin to work on it life kicks you in the face over and over so that you can truly appreciate your weakness at handling that thing?
Yeah, the last couple of weeks have been a little bit like that.
Despite trying hard to focus on moving forward one small step at a time I feel like I am getting farther and farther behind.
On Thursday night that all sort of came to a head, even after trying hard all week to do a couple of tasks each evening after work to get back on top of my life. It didn’t help that Homie not so gently suggested that it was all my fault and I didn’t try hard enough to take care of the situation.
Ensue full meltdown. Obviously.
I woke up on Friday though having resolved to just continue taking baby steps forward. I didn’t get behind on life overnight, I won’t get caught up overnight and that’s okay. But I couldn’t fight the feeling that I’m just doing a really poor job at being an adult and managing my life…
I arrived at work early Friday morning to meet co-workers to head out of town for the day for an important meeting. When I pulled my suit out I realized I forgot my belt. And these suit pants are slightly too big so the hooks don’t stay closed allowing the pants to flop open (getting them tailored is one of the adult tasks I’ve been meaning to do and haven’t done). But no problem, because there is a Target and it is open and I needed a new belt anyways. That’s another thing on my list of things to do that I haven’t done.
I ran out the door and up to Target only to discover that they didn’t have any women’s belts. Not one. Not even a rack for belts!
Ah! Not to worry I thought, a leather belt is a leather belt. I will buy a men’s leather belt. Except they were sold out of all men’s belts except for extra large.
The only thing worse than your pants flopping open is your belt being so big that it droops down and falls like a necklace in front of your crotch and then your pants flop open.
Then I tried this…
I binder clipped my pants on.
Yeah… welcome to adulthood. This isn’t quite how I thought it would go.
People ask me why I don’t have children. What is wrong with them? I can’t even dress myself appropriately for important meetings at work, and you want to know why I don’t have children!
So that’s about how things are going in general. But I’m working on getting it together. Or at least working on getting better at looking like I have it all together.