I sit here at my computer intending to write something. It needn’t be profound or witty. I’d settle for coherent. Coherence would be a nice end to this scattered day. Where did it go? And why didn’t more of the things on my to-do list leave with it? Busy busy all day long and not a thing got done. I did start a few things, but I did not finish them.
Some of the unfinished things don’t really make me feel bad. Like laundry. I am of the firm opinion that it is impossible to really ‘finish’ laundry. No matter how quickly I run loads through and fold and put away, the people in this house keep wearing clothes and getting them dirty. I suppose I could strip everyone naked and make them stay that way until the last load is washed, dried and put away. Not likely to happen,so unfinished laundry is just part of my state of existence. Part of the mild chaos that so frequently fills my house.
Dishes are like laundry. Nuff said.
And now it is time for me to head to bed before the knowledge of things Not Done that are drifting through my head consolidate into self pity and leak into my journal entry. I wouldn’t want to stain anyone else’s day. Especially since all I really need is some sleep. Tomorrow morning I’ll wake up and tackle that list again. Or maybe I’ll scrap it and make a better one. As my mom wisely told me “It’ll look better in the morning.”
The only think that doesn’t look better in the morning are a slew of mostly empty pizza boxes left over from the previous night’s LAN party. *grins*
-kreely
Sounds like you and Howard have similar problems, in terms of labors that are never-ending.
The Balancing of Do-Lists
If a day ever ends with the dolist completed, then one probably cheated when drawing up the dolist. Or at least that’s what we are told in time management class. Making an effective do-list takes skill, and it’s a skill I’ve never mastered. An effective one is realistic in scope and pertinent to short-term and long-term goals.
Me, I put so much on the dolist it’s incredibly intimidating. “It’ll take WEEKS to get this done, and that task has these four pre-requisite tasks, two of which will take an entire day on the phone to arrange.” Just looking at the thing makes me feel so overwhelmed I want to crawl back into bed and pretend to be sick. Which is a good sign it’s being done wrong.
I now can add another item to my advantages-of-living-alone list. I usually do strip naked while I do the laundry so that I really can get everything done.