Some things you just can’t say ‘no’ to
I’m such a mess this week. I tried parking the car without putting it into park — did you know that if you turn the car off while it’s still in gear, it will continue to move after you take your foot off the brake? — and went looking for a bread knife in the refrigerator, which is clearly where bread knives are kept. Where else would you keep one? Certainly not in a knife rack. (I actually had to fire up the Google machine to find out what that thing you keep knives in was called, because I was racking my brains and couldn’t remember.)
My brain is mush. I double booked myself in cities two hours apart. I don’t think my mind is working before 10 a.m. or after 3 p.m. (I am writing this column outside the optimum operating perimeters, so I apologize in advance if none of this is making any sense.)
I was trying to have a conversation with my husband during our daily lunch phone call and I realized that literal random words were coming out of my mouth as I chased after one thought after another like a dog chasing its tail. Or maybe a magpie chasing after something shiny.
Anyway, I know perfectly well why I’m falling apart at the edges. I’m not getting enough sleep. There isn’t enough hours in the day to do all the things I want to do. Forget want to do — there isn’t enough for the things I need to do. I would say I don’t know how I get myself into these things, but that would be a bold-faced lie. I know, it’s my inability to say no.
Can I take the children to a social engagement? Well, yes.
What about a volunteer opportunity or club event? Of course.
And practices and meetings? I have to.
People say I ought to make Sass get her driver’s license. Bwhahahahaha. Playing taxi mother is nothing compared to the stress of worrying she’ll get into an accident. Besides, we have only two cars and I work at a newspaper. That’s a lot of money to avoid driving around town. We’re not buying a third car so I can avoid these duties any time soon.
I shouldn’t say this, but I have trouble saying no at work, too. I will try to justify and cram in just about anything. If I say no, then it’s because I really can’t see any way to justify it.
But, running out the door before dinner is on the table to take a photo? Sure.
Attending an event on what is supposed to be a day off? Why not.
Like I said, I have trouble saying no, and add that with a lack of sleep and general befuddlement, this week has been a long one. A long week in which I have to write this column … a column about why it isn’t very good this week.
It isn’t as if I could skip it this week. There are just some things you can’t say no to.
(Wallace-Minger, The Weirton Daily Times community editor, is a Weirton resident and can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org)