I might manage to get everything done. At the level I’d like to.
Cloning. That’s what I need to crack. So that one of me could concentrate on home education with the older two. And be patient and enthusiastic and organised and never distracted, always there to answer questions, find resources, organise outings and so on. And maybe blog about it all every now and then.
A second me would be an earth mother, and all round domestic goddess. Feeding the baby while whipping up the perfect home cooked meal from vegetables grown in the garden. Serving it to a happy family dressed in clothes washed and dried on time and never, ever left in heaps around the clean, tidy house.
A third would be crafty and creative. That crochet pattern that’s at the back of my head and has been for months would have been worked through and written up, posted to ravelry and maybe even sold. She’d be tatting earrings and selling on etsy, and probably funkily attired in tie dye or handwoven clothing, instead of baby decorated T shirts and hand me down jeans.
The fourth? Probably having the career that drifted off the path a couple of children ago. Maybe a java architect somewhere by now. Leading a team, mentoring graduates, solving techie problems, sarky as all get out, drinking too much coffee and loving the rush of problem solving and being the solution.
Number 5? Writing a book. Getting published. Writing another book. Possibly some poetry. Definitely managing to do nanowrimo. Perhaps making a name for herself as an author of teen literary fiction. She’s probably the one who managed to keep up with the karate, and runs most mornings as well. She keeps herself distracted with a whole bunch of websites when she isn’t in the middle of a book.
And number 6? She’s the one I need to keep up with friends and family. To be there on social media every minute of the day, and somehow out there offering hugs in person. Making cups of tea and being a listening ear. Perhaps she’d keep herself occupied in her spare time by volunteering for environmental charities and changing the world one step at a time.
But there aren’t 6 of me. There’s one. A slightly harassed one. Who doesn’t ever seem to quite finish anything on time or to standard. Who is behind with blogposts, with friends, never on time to any event, owes I don’t know how many ppl emails and has so many unfinished crochet objects and half read books that I could just sit down and weep about it all. Except I haven’t got time, because if I did that, I’d fall even further behind with everything.
How many of you do you need? And what would they all be like?
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