No, I’m not mad at you. No, you didn’t offend me. No, I’m not working on super secret projects behind your back.
I’m not blowing you off. I am not ignoring you. I am not quitting. I don’t hate you.
In fact – this isn’t about you.
I am busy. I have a new job I am trying to get going. I write for five websites. I sing in a choir and it is our last concert of the year. I have rehearsal every night this week. Oh, except for the one night where I am moderating a panel for the SMC-DC on Sports and Social Media. My boss was here for three days last week and we were working pretty much constantly.
Oh, and I have two kids, a husband and two cats.
My husband has worked 13 our of the last 14 days. It is my children’s last week of school. This means half days and parties and special events and trying to figure out placement for next year and trying to make arrangements for the summer.
My house is a wreck and I am about 17 loads of laundry behind. I need to go grocery shopping but first I need to clean out the refrigerator so that I have a place to put the new stuff.
And today is Father’s Day.
So yeah. I’m not miserable. I’m not sad. A lot of my busy is fun. I got to cover the M3 festival. I like my new job. I love writing. I love singing. I love hanging out with my family. Don’t call me. I can’t go to lunch. I’m just busy. I cannot take your call if I am in a meeting. I cannot take your call if I am driving in the District. No offense, I don’t want a ticket. Unless you are calling to babysit, buy something from me for my new job or you really love laundry and have some free time I just don’t have the time. It isn’t that I don’t love you, it isn’t that I don’t care what is going on in your life, it is just that it is taking everything I have in me to keep my own life together right now.
Just give me like two weeks. I’m not saying I won’t be busy then, I’ll just be less busy.
In short, it’s not you, it’s me. I can’t be everywhere. I can’t do everything. I’m sorry if I missed your (choose as many as apply to you) birthday/conference call/event/party/play date/dinner/baby shower/phone call/facebook status update/housewarming party/going away party/happy hour/new baby/surgery/soccer game/tweet/blog post/break-up/other. Please accept this blanket apology if you are one of the 50 people I have offended this week.
And if you are one of the family members/friends/neighbors that have helped me in the past few weeks by watching the kids or covering one of my posts or getting my kids off of the bus when I was running late or letting me borrow an onion or just saying “I understand” when I said that I couldn’t do something thank you. Thank you for making my life a little bit easier. I owe you guys.