Tonight is Thursday. Working a half day tomorrow then taking off with my daughter-in-law and grandbaby and heading to the cabin for probably the last time this year. I really need a month away, but I will take two days.
Again I have left every task to the final hour. I always do. I wanted to write my blog before I take off, yet I didn’t give it the respect of time and thought it deserves. I have others blogs I want to read; I peek and go ooohhhhh and get all excited and keep on moving, promising to come back and read soon.
I’m currently watching Sons of Anarchy, typing, waiting for my last load of laundry to finish so I can finish packing. I hate half of my wardrobe, so picking out comfies for the weekend is more a chore than fun. Even when I get up nort’ I won’t relax. How can you with a 3-year-old? I will bring my laptop, but it will most likely never leave its case and tote.
Is your life like this too? Or are you bored out of your mind?
So tell me. Do you schedule “you” time? Does it work? Do you feel guilty if you take away family time or work time or sleep time?
Let’s share. Multi-task if you must. You can answer me while you watch TV and write and clean up your computer files and switch the laundry and talk to your significant other and pet your dog while you drink your glass of chocolate milk you poured an hour ago.
You get my drift…