When I'm pressed for time, I manage to get things crossed off my list. If I know I only have a certain amount of time to do something, I buckle down and get it done. But if I have hours of unstructured time looming before me, I somehow let entire days go by and wonder why nothing got done. Last week I could feel myself morphing into a depressed, unwashed, pajama-clad slug and was almost powerless to stop it. Thank God we went to church yesterday so I had a kind of dress rehearsal for reentry into the real world.
Here's what I managed to accomplish last week:
- tried to vacuum, only to discover that my only six-month-old Dirt Devil is broken and also, no one carries the belt type required by that model
- spent another hundred dollars at the vet for my incontinent, very expensive, free dog
- started reading two books, got to page 30, and tossed them aside
- reread two titles and successfully completed a new title without throwing it against the wall
- tried in vain to load songs onto my son's new mp3 player before cussing a lot and giving up
- bought new jeans for my teenager who suddenly outgrew all his jeans overnight
- sent the kids to mom's for two days after the stress of jeans shopping with a 13-year-old
- practiced my bass guitar for hours (and built up a really impressive callous on my index finger)
- helped paint a backdrop for the children's worship room at my church
- bought new flannel sheets because I'm tired of freezing to death when I get into bed every night
- took four bags of stuff to Goodwill
- had a lunch date with my smoking hot hubby
- walked the dog one mile each day
- kicked some ten-year-old butt in Wii Play (I love the shooting game!!)
- procrastinated all things work-related
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