Torrential

It's a problem when I have a back log of things to purge out.   

It's an indication of my resources being used up for things like cooking, cleaning, laundry, teen-age taxi driving, party planner, Dr. appt appointee for mom, - oh...and not to mention the garden and bee-keeping.

So what?  I have a buzzy life.

However, I'm haunted by something I read years ago called, "The Tyranny of the Urgent".   This phenomenon is certainly the plague of mothers, but I suppose it's the bane of men's existence too? 

I don't know. 

There are things I know my husband wants to do but is tied down by work.  On the other hand, I see him make time for things in his life which are important and refusing to be snagged by trivial things like fixing the toilet seat (which has been wobbling for 2 weeks, I fixed it today), or tightening the handle of the oven (I asked last week, I adjusted it last night), or any number of minor (yet irritating) repairs around the house.

I suppose though, given he's had a medical issue that needed attention 6 months ago and just saw the Dr. last week about it, if he won't make time to repair himself, the house has got to come somewhere near the end of his mental list.   

The tyranny of the urgent simply means we forgo the "important" for what's pressing on us at the moment.

I imagine Doctors and Nurses in the Emergency room  have mastered this skill when assessing a patient who needs critical care.   Someone with a skull fracture and a broken leg is going to be sent for a head CT before the leg is mended...despite the patient being in tremendous pain from the broken leg.   The head injury has to be dealt with first.  

I don't really want to compare my need to write with a head injury,

but it's not much off the mark. 

To Hell with the laundry for a little while longer-

Tonight...I write!