I’ve got a million things to do, but what happens instead? Oh, I read the paper, drink more coffee, check emails, read other people’s blogs (Michelle’s, Heidi Swapp, etc), walk around the house, think about what to wear tomorrow and generally procrastinate.
Why is hard to get started? It is because I feel like I have the whole day ahead of me? Why rush to hem those pants… it’s only 1pm. Why start addressing those Christmas cards… I’ve got all day. Even the girls are cooperating, for once. They’re all playing upstairs in Allie and Ava’s room. No arguments, for once.
Lately, during the weeknights, I’ll eat a quick dinner and then hit the computer to put in some time on my second job, or other projects, often working often until 8 pm.
But on a Sunday afternoon, I float aimlessly, daydreaming and feeling a little lost.
Checking the clock, I see it’s 1:15. Ack! I better go. I have so much to do.
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