Most days I just don’t want to do anything. Nothing at all.
Kind of like that “Lazy Song” by Bruno Mars.
I love Mondays when my kids are in school because it’s back
to a normal routine after three days of chaos. And I usually like when school
starts in the fall for the same reason.
But this year I just can’t get in the swing. I have lofty goals but no motivation. I hate it.
So here I am just rambling away because I
made a goal so I have to write something.
I was thinking this morning that I need to make a change to
Saturday. I have decided to make my blog posts on Saturday about
Writing-slash-Crafts because then I can be thinking about other things besides
whining and complaining about my life.
Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.
And, it might force me to put back in order the mess that is
currently my sewing/craft closet. :::sigh:::
I also need a schedule for my brain to embrace regarding my
writing in general. Like I need to write 2,500 words of “work-related” stuff
every week. Also, I need 2,500 fiction words a day to meet my monthly writing
goals. (It’s actually 2,500 words, 5 days a week so as to give me a couple days
off… or I can write 1,667 words a day, 7 days a week – not happening.) Then my
blog. My journal, which is actually 1.5 of handwritten pages in a composition
book, 0.5 of a page for my five Grattitudes. I am also writing S.O.A.P.’s for
my scripture reading (the Scripture, Observation, Application, Prayer).
I made this nifty ticker to put on my page but it only shows up if you scroll all the way down.
In addition to all that I have housecleaning, laundry and
meals. Plus I get to drop everything and drop kids off and pick them up again.
Yes. I’m daffy with details. I need a routine. I have routines. I need to
follow the routines.
Oy.
Following the routines are the hard part. Making my routines
habits is the focus of my 40-day “Season of Sanctification” challenge so I have
been kind of putting off the GO-TO part
of making them part of my brain function. I should probably get on that because
I get these little nagging feelings that I’m forgetting things.
Oh right. And did I mention that I’m also going to college?
My current class is a Teacher Education class about literacy. I like it, but it’s
just more reading and busy work. So I need weekly deadline days… Yeah, my head
is going to explode. I’m going to chew on this…
If you have any suggestions I’m open. Except for the ones
that say “delegate” or “hire someone” Not Going To Happen so that's not a
feasible option right now. Yes, I have to do it ALL.
So. Excuse me while I crawl into this corner and hide for a
bit while I get over this Overwhelmed feeling.
I'm sure you know this but it helps me when I have to be accountable to someone, and someone not nice ;) For instance, we rented out a room last month and suddenly the house HAD to be clean because someone else was there. My hubby is no help....he is the one turning on the TV and breaking out the ice cream cause he's sweet and knows I had a bad day!
ReplyDeletep.s. My google account is coming up as my daughter Audrey and I'm just too lazy to go switch it!
TOnia
OOOOH! I thought I had a new reader. lol
ReplyDeleteI have tried the accountability and it doesn't work that well because I evade. I'm quite good at it, actually. Ask Geoff.
Anyway, that's one reason I'm writing about it here.
Wow, not a helpful suggestion, but a comment here... I'M so stinking proud of you!!!!!1 You make depression ABOUT something. Seriously! Where most would resign, tail between their legs, and give up... you say okay, I'm a writer, a mopther, a wife, a Mormon (n0ot in that order), a crafter, a butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker, but I have challenges keeping up! DANG girl, you are only struggling to keep up because your plate is so full and instead of clearing it off and emptying it, you insist on a full life, even if you have to suck at it a little bit, lol, ADMIRABLE!!!! Chalk it up to another GREAT reason why I love you!
ReplyDeletesorry for the typos (Mopther is my new fav).
DeleteThank you. <3
ReplyDeleteand Mop-ther works. Who else will clean up the puke. ::sigh::