Thank you Alex, for giving us a chance to vent and commiserate :)
I wonder how many of you feel like I do right now. Tired. Worn out. Still trying to handle all I'm given, even though my plate is full, heaping. No matter how much I clear, life continues to pile on the seconds, thirds, and fourths. I’ve already unbuttoned the top button of my pants, even changed into a pair like Joey’s turkey/maternity pants (I really hope someone knows what I’m talking about), and there’s no more room! I’m stuffed!
That movie Multiplicity is coming to mind, the one with all the Steves. I’d like a few more Hopes. And even if each copy of a copy isn’t as great as the original, it’d still be better than the current Hope giving less than 100% to a million different things simultaneously.
With my copies, I could send the 50% clone Hope to the grocery store, cause it’s okay if she messes up a bit there. I could have the 60% version made just for household chores, cause a 60% clean house is a heck of a lot better than the not 60% clean house I have right now. I could task the 70% clone to blogging. I know I should probably give more percentage to you guys, but really, if I was getting to 70% of the blogs I wanted to get to, I’d jump up and down for a job well done.
That leaves the 80% Hope, the 90% Hope, and the 100% Hope to divvy up between momming/wifing, teaching, and writing. Depending on the day, I could pick and choose which me I get to send to which job.
So, imagine you could clone yourself. Pretend you could have your clones take care of all the things on your TO DO list. With all the laundry done, the job taken care of, the carpooling covered, the spouse pampered, the children fed, and the dog walked . . .
What would do with the 100% original version of you?