I’m experiencing some serious overcrowding problems at the moment.
We live in a two bedroom cottage, with a buggy and a million toys and baby paraphernalia stuffed into every nook and cranny. But that’s not the problem.
I feel as if my head is about to explode, as the pressure of a thousand thoughts builds to a worrying crescendo.
It’s the wedding. And work. And the baby. And those table plans. And articles. And meetings. And the radio work. And the accounts to keep on top of. And the copywriting project. And the childcare issues. And the never-ending pile of washing. And the emails – the bloody emails. They’re down to my ankles and up to my neck.
Have you ever read that fairytale about the magic porridge pot? It cooks porridge on demand and stops when you tell it to stop. Except at some point (I can’t remember the details) it fails to stop. And there’s porridge everywhere. No one can keep up – they just can’t eat it fast enough (although I doubt I’d have that problem if it was me, I’m a fast eater with a huge appetite).
That’s my life at the moment. I’m drowning in porridge.
And I hate that I’m struggling and feeling on the edge all the time. The tiniest thing can send me over; an email which will take an hour to deal with. An hour I haven’t got.
But instead of just getting on with it I’ll get all shouty and huffy and whinge on about how “I haven’t got time for this shit”. And then I’ll probably write a blog post about it. So that leaves me with minus 30 minutes to deal with a job that could have been completed an hour earlier if I’d just pulled my finger out.
God I hate porridge.
So I’m looking for your help. Apart from lists, what else helps to keep the constant flow of porridge at bay? How do you make time out of nothing? How do you solve the overcrowding issues in your head without winning the lottery and employing a million people to do everything for you?
How do you stop being a huffy old bag?