I sit here with laundry that needs to be dried and folded, dishes that need to be put in the dishwasher, rooms and bathrooms that should be cleaned.
My nails should be filed and painted (forget about the toes), my hair should be blow-dried and flat ironed. Oh, I should really get to at least 7000 steps. I'm at 5707. Why don't I get up and walk around the house for 10 minutes. Remember when my body was tight after doing Barre three days a week last summer? What about that? How did I make time for that then? I miss those arms.
By the way, I need to be more creative. Take 15 minutes each day doing something creative. Too tired? Not an excuse. Creativity should be like breathing. No, I cannot watch Mariah's World tonight. Okay, maybe I can, but do I really want to spend $1.99 to watch it on Amazon Prime?
Speaking of money, we aren't saving nearly enough. And we should really pay off the credit cards. We shouldn't carry a balance on those things. What's our plan? Will things always be this way?
Nothing is getting done tonight. I thought about writing about my New Year's Resolutions, but that's not getting done either.
You see, before I became a mother, I learned a rather tough lesson about trying to control things. Now, my precious time and all the control and order I thought I had is out of the damn window. I had grand plans this past weekend, but Caelin spent the last day of 2016 with a bug and I spent the first (2nd and 3rd . . .) with a bug as well and my plans all went out of the window. I had no choice. No chance at productivity. I was a zombie.
So now I sit here. I have to return to the grind of work tomorrow and there's a billion things I need/should/oughta do, but I'm not doing any of it. Today I did manage to straighten up a little and run to Target (still feeling like quite the zombie). That's enough.
I'm going to sit here on this couch and let my clothes get wrinkly, leave the dishes in the sink and I'm going to chill the fuck out. I'm going to buy Mariah's World and no one is going to tell me any different.
There's my lesson today. And there's my 15 minutes of creative expression. And no, I am not getting to more than 5807 steps today and that's quite all right with me.
