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That is what they say to you when you are running sprints and tired but suppose to give more.  You are pushing (something) out, which is odd.  Pushing out tiredness?  Pushing out weakness?

Whatever it is, I need to push it out, but can’t quite get ahold of this week yet.  We’re halfway through and my daily tasks seem hard and unsavory.  I have piles and piles of laundry to fold.  I keep starting that job and end up abandoning it pretty quickly.  (Push it out.)

I can’t seem to get the kids to quit dumping stuff, throwing stuff, picking things apart.  Zephyr actually tried to remove the shredded zucchini from his zucchini bread.  Then he peeled his grapes.  Then he shot me in the head with a beanbag arrow—(on the bright side, I learned that these are not nearly as dangerous as they look).  Someone dumped the toilet bowl cleaners IN the toilet and then sprinkled salt all over the floor.  Yesterday I swept and wiped one place on the floor FIVE times.  (Push it out.)

Inez is going through this nasty masticate and THEN dump on the floor phase.  Apple chunks all across the upstairs.  I don’t actually allow kids to eat anywhere in the house except at the table, but I somehow missed this apple.  Don’t worry though.  I found it again…under the bed.  (Push it out.)

And as I addressed issues of excrement and urine previously and I don’t wish people to think I am anal retentive, I will only quickly mention that I cleaned up pee or poop (off the poor floor again!) 3 times yesterday.  Once was my nephew, but really, who is keeping score here?  Well, I guess I am.

At times like this when I am behind on every job, the dishwasher is full of clean dishes I don’t want to unload, there are leftovers in the fridge I don’t want to investigate, and everything is a mess, what I need to do is stay up late and get organized.  I need to finish something so that my life doesn’t feel like such a disaster.

Hey I know!  I think I will go finish my book!  I’m going to push it out!  Yeah Mockingjay!

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