I was emailing Ramona last night and got to listing all the things I'd done yesterday. I thought I hadn't done anything, but when I actually got started listing, it was a LOT. Nothing big really, just a lot of small pieces. Groceries, most of the laundry, a stop to deliver a treat to OJ for IPERS advice, made and ate an actual meal, blogged, made a new box for odds and ends on the bed table, changed sheets, changed a light bulb, ichatted with Kirsten and helped her with her book list for school, FBed a little, sat outside, gave the dogs a convertible ride, oh, and emailed Ramona. Among other things like breathing.
But this time of year, I never feel like I'm doing enough. All the fall stuff is looming. I should have had Kevin over yesterday, but I just wasn't up to organizing it. Plants to bring in, but first they need to be pruned and sprayed for bugs. Then I have to find places for it inside the house. Lots of plants. Finish weeding and mulching the foundation beds. Bring the patio furniture in, which means taking it down and finding a place for it. Getting the deck all water sealed, which is a deal since part of it is best done from inside the pool. Getting the "ears" on a few windows fixed. Oh, it could go on and on. Plus the wonderful news is that I have a new cleaning lady coming tomorrow and that means I've got to get this house picked up before then. I can always find the cloud around the silver lining! haha
The real problem is that I feel it just plain oppressing me and I need to find some fun instead. This past week was just so hard on me that I couldn't get organized to do anything fun. The only fun moments have been when friends stopped by unplanned. Next week I'll do better with the planning. :)
You have made me realize all I should be doing. I know it feels like fall, but hopefully we still have lots of nice days ahead.
ReplyDeleteYour comment about needing to straighten the house before the cleaning lady reminds me of a guy I dated years ago in DSM. I just could not understand why he needed to clean before the cleaning lady came. Seemed like an oxymoron kind of thing to me.