Since becoming a parent my to-do list seems to have no end. And, no matter how hard I try, I just can’t get through it all. So, perhaps it’s unsurprising that lately I’ve been noticing that I can’t finish a single task. I start a job but I just can’t seem to finish it before getting distracted by another. This poem is all about my struggles with juggling.
I can’t juggle
I used to be so organised. I could keep everything on track.
But since becoming a mum I have a problem I can’t sack.
I try my best to juggle all the jobs I have to do.
But with so many balls to juggle some just keep on slipping through.
I’m a real half-job Harry. An I’ll-get-to-it-later Lou.
Because I’m trying to do too much. There’s too many jobs for me to do.
The clean washing never makes it to the wardrobe. Instead it’s piled on the spare bed.
Socks unmatched and clothes half stacked until it’s time to get dressed.
And they’re the clothes that actually make it out of the washing machine.
Some get washed two or three times before I remember that they’re clean.
The dishes get washed but it’s not often they get put away.
Instead they stay on the drainer until they’re used another day.
I can’t even finish my lunch or drink a full cup of tea,
Without getting distracted and leaving it until it’s too cold for me.
I can’t remember the last time I finished watching a movie.
I try but I get distracted or fall asleep in front of the tv.
I’ll read a text from a friend but completely forget to answer.
There’s half written emails in my drafts that I keep saying I’ll get to later.
The balls just keep on dropping. I really don’t know why.
I just can’t seem to finish anything no matter how hard I try.
Letters sit unopened in piles on the kitchen side,
Waiting for me to have the time to get them filed and organised.
I have half-written blog posts and unfinished poems galore.
Probably destined to stay in my drafts, incomplete forevermore.
I started writing a book. I made it to chapter three.
But the rest still hasn’t made it to paper. It’s just committed to memory.
And then there’s the book I started reading, many moons ago now.
Waiting for me to pick it back up, I’ll find the time somehow.
I’ve stripped a door of paint. It’s now an awful shade of blue.
Waiting for me to have the time to sand it and paint it too.
I’ve started clearing out my wardrobe. There’s lots of clothes in piles.
Waiting for me to donate it to charity – I’ll get to it in a while.
There’s a pile of junk in the hallway waiting to make it to the attic.
But it’ll probably still be ages before it actually makes the trip.
I have the best intentions. I promise that is true.
But with so many balls to juggle some will just keep on slipping through.
Do you struggle to juggle all the jobs you have to do? Please tell me I’m not the only one! Let me know in the comments below.