Monday, 28 January 2008

Is it procrastinating when you just aren't doing ANYTHING?

I can't be arsed.

I have orders to package up. Dinner to cook. My house looks like hell. I have finances to sort/cry over. I can't even be arsed to MN Not even browse the nappy threads in the name of "networking".

I just want to curl up with a bag of wotsits in front of the tv for an hour whilst Flameboy sleeps.

Not that he is sleeping. He rubbed his eyes lots, conned a bottle out of me, and now appears to be alternating between moving furniture round his room, and standing at the gate saying "Eyo!"

I want my rargh back. I think back to when I was doing FLYlady many moons ago - my house was straight enough for me to be thinking "NOW try turning up on my doorstep for coffee and see if I panic! Huzzah!". I couldn't sit still - I would keep leaping up to shine a sink or put away washing or something.

That feeling has well and truly flown though (I never did work out what FLY stood for...). Now I sit surrounded by dead cheerios, washing waiting to be dried and/or put away, a work surface covered in crumbs, a sink I have relinquished to Boy who is doing more housework than me right now so is currently keeping to his side of the bargain (dishes, bins, hoovering... he can't hoover because that would involve me tidying for him to find the carpet).

I want to lose Flameboy for a few days, put the ipod on LOUD, and clean to my heart's content. Oh, someone will have to take away the ntl box for me at the same time as taking Flameboy (that would stop tv watching AND internet).

Why do other women manage to be clean and tidy and have a routine?

All is quiet upstairs... I think that is more a sign that he is stripping the beds than sleeping, but if I stay quiet long enough he should remember he is tired and sleep.

Maybe just 30 mins to myself... then I will find motivation.

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