Here I am, a week into my summer. A full week or so I estimate it.

I am discouraged at the moment. The weekend was busy, and we spent it doing mainly fun things, camping out at our swim club and hanging out with friends from a community group that we are part of. Swimming, gardening, camping = fun! Hitting my ankle by accident with the claw end of a hammer while trying to pry a tent stake from the ground, not as fun at all. Going to the ER to see if it was broken last night, was actually not bad at all. I was greatly relieved to learn that the hammer had not managed to fracture any bones. In fact, it didn’t hurt all that badly at first, so right after I hurt my ankle, I went swimming, packed up all the camping stuff into the car and put in a few hours in the garden. It was after doing all that, about four hours later, that the pain got so severe that I wondered if I had somehow fractured the ankle, as I could no longer walk on it.

Today I can walk again, so that helps! It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it did yesterday, when I could not walk. It is still quite tender, though. Gladly the pill I took for the pain seems to really work.

But I am so overwhelmed. My home is a wreck, still. It’s been a full week since I finished camp and I am still not anywhere near caught up. My long distance service has been shut off because I neglected that bill for so long. There are late fees on nearly every bill I pay (for the business I “run”). I discovered flea bits on my cats and need to get them some anti-flea stuff, that liquid I squirt on the backs of their necks from time to time. My recycling piles are over-flowing. My hedges are too bushy. My lawn is tall and tickle-y when I walk on it. Everywhere I look, be it upstairs, downstairs, in my email (overly full inbox), in my bookkeeping software, everywhere…. it is a mess.

I am having so much trouble just seeing where to begin. And of course, tomorrow we are back at OT for Annie. She has three sessions each week. And both girls are starting twice weekly swim lessons tomorrow. Plus, I’m supposed to do home exercises with Annie as well. I want to. I know it will help her.

When am I going to take care of business? When am I going to transform this place from a dung heap to a live-able home? I hate how things are. I feel so discouraged and overwhelmed. I need a huge bustle of energy to come along. How can I make this all happen?

One little thing at a time, I guess.