During the summer when I’m on hiatus from work and the kids are off school, the world is my oyster and the possibilities are endless. I wake up in the morning excited about my choices for the day. Should I clean out my closet? The kids’ rooms? The garage? The pantry? Weed the side yard? Trim the trees? Plant grass seed in the bare spots? Read a book? Update my address book? Hike? Go to Pilates? Take the kids to the beach? To the park? Write a blog or shoot a vlog? Sort through emails? Juggle the bills?
Where do I start?
I start them all.
I started sorting through CDs, but I’m halfway done, so there’s still a pile on the living room floor. “Blues?” “Alternative?” “Heavy Metal?” I’m mainstream rock so I have to ask Tom about his categories.
I started cleaning out my closet, so now I have a pile of too-big-or-too-small clothes and hangers on my bed.
I started putting in a landscape border for plants, but the border is still stretched across the driveway.
I started going to Pilates, but I didn’t stay for the optional final stretching because I had too much to do at home.
I started the second Fifty Shades book, but I’m feeling horny and guilty.
I started weeding through emails, but I’ve only made a dent.
I started writing about a dozen different blogs but didn’t post any in the past two weeks.
I’ve started three dozen things, but I haven’t finished anything.
I am so completely overwhelmed, my completion rate has become stagnant. If I have a choice in time management, I end up running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
Someone should cut off my head.
My husband tells me to breathe. I’m trying to meditate, but my mind keeps wandering back to my to-do list.
I’ve finished my first blog post in two weeks (this one).
The kids’ room is clean, the donation bags are banished to the patio, and the CDs have been sorted and alphabetized. The grass seed is planted. I’ve deleted a ton of emails and only have 2975 to go. I’ve put about a thousand miles on my new minivan transporting the kids from one summer activity to another, so my mom points are back in the black.
I’m on a roll. The rest of my tasks are coming along.
I’m done hyperventilating.
Just in time to get ready to go back to work.