I am not good at getting the little stuff done. It is a process throughout the day, that leads up to total mind numbness. I start off good and with good intentions. My plans are always: clean the house, put stuff away when I am done with it, leave the TV off and play more with my son, get off this godforsaken computer, do more laundry, clean out the family's clothes that no longer fit, and will never fit anyone in the house so I can donate them, make healthy meals, exercise, walk the dog more than once a day, organize, etc. This is all on top of the normal list of get the kids up and ready, go food shopping, pay bills, basic hygiene, etc. My mind starts off fresh and in complete gratitude for what I have and what I am to accomplish each day. Then it starts. The whining, complaining and frustration, oh and this is all coming from me. I lay there in bed and after I think about all that I want to accomplish I instantly start sabotaging my list. I am queen of procrastination. If there is a deadline, I will get it done right under the wire. If it is an “open-ended” goal, just assume I will never get it done.
I started this new workout program. It is very basic and very attainable. You just work out once a day and drink a shake once a day. You are accountable (through facebook) to a group of friends who are doing the same thing. I always like working out and always, always feel better after I do. I also enjoy the shake. It is very good. But even with the ease and accessibility of this program, most days I am working out and downing a shake at 11pm! WHY? Who can tell me why I make the things that can be an enjoyable part of my day into a deadline stressor?
Being a mom, I go through most days, especially since my kids are young, trying to plan out the next time I will get a break, either to sleep or just sit and stare into space. I spend a lot of time thinking, ‘Should I start that now, because if I do, I will never get it done and the kid’s movie is keeping them quiet right now? Maybe I should just take the opportunity to sit here and stare into space?’ Yes I have done that. The moment only lasts minutes, but sometimes as many as 15 minutes and I then get snapped out of it by something or someone yelling for me. It is almost an obsession, of looking for opportunities to steal a break. It is something I have become good at. I am not proud of this. I feel like a “break” junky. If I don’t get a daily break, I get more and more agitated. The days progress with me getting done about one tenth of my original list. The things I do get done every day seem to be the same, my boys are fed, the kitchen gets cleaned, I play with my 3yr old and read with my 8 yr old, every day. These are the constants that seem to get done. There are even times that the other things get done!
Some days are better than others but they all seem to end the same way. With me getting the kids to bed and then I don’t want to DO anything, I don’t want to THINK about anything or TALK about anything. All I want to do is get lost something like “True Blood,” “The Tudors,” a good book, Ancestry.com or on facebook. Anywhere as long as it does not involve, laundry, cleaning, kids, cooking, folding, straightening or fixing. The end of the day is my “super break” if you will. It is an extended length of time to just be. There are times I am so tired that I should just go to sleep, but I stay awake just to have that time to myself.
I know most of you are reading this thinking, ‘how sad.’ There are so many that seem to have it together, with extremely productive days and they get it all done with a smile. I am not one of those people. I don’t think it is what I was made to be. Don’t get me wrong, I get a lot done, my boys want for nothing, including my time and attention. My husband is my true partner and best friend. I can cook like a mo’ fo’ and if you are in a crisis situation, I am your woman to take control and fix everything for you. As a matter of fact I am good a taking control of most things and had to learn to hold back on that a bit. So what if I am undisciplined in the minutia? My house is a mess because my kids, dog, cat and a lot of other people's kids have fun in it. The clothes are clean, just not put away. I think we (meaning I) have to stop beating ourselves up for who we are not and start celebrating who we are. Right? or is that just a cop out? My brain hurts, I need a break!
