The prompt I chose this week:
Something you wish you hadn't put off til the last minute.
It's confession time. I am a lifelong procrastinator. If I can put off until never what I should do today, I'm all over that.
I've posted before about The Mister's out of town job. He's gone from Monday morning thru Thursday evening.
I refer to this time as my "wifely vacation". By 'wifely vacation', I mean that it's the time that I ignore all things domestic.
The Boy and I eat Sunday's leftovers on Monday. Then it's frozen pizza, and no veggies. Wednesday, the menu declines to cold sandwiches.
Am I lazy? You bet.
Am I shiftless? Yep.
Are games on Facebook and reading blogs more enjoyable than cleaning? No doubt about it.
I now designate Thursday as cleaning day. I figure I have a 12-hour period to undo four days' worth of slovenliness.
But you know what I've found? I get engrossed in blogs on Thursday (especially Writer's Workshop) gratuitous sucking up here.
People who almost never call me inevitably call me on Thursday...and we have a lot to talk about.
I'll start cleaning and I swear I hear Facebook games calling to me.
I have had numerous phone calls from school occurring on Thursdays.
Or The Boy will need refills on his prescriptions.
Horror of horrors! I'm completely out of Coke Zero and chocolate - I must make a run to the store.
Time just gets away from me. Next thing I know, The Boy is coming home from his day at school...and we have a lot to talk about.
I'm now down to four hours to clean and cook dinner and do laundry and remember where I left the vacuum.
It doesn't bode well.
Panic sets in.
I cook a decent (read that time-consuming) dinner for The Mister's return. He's tired, he's hungry, he's been missed.
Cleaning time slips away.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Oh, how I love a deadline!
Then my self-imposed deadline passes, and panic turns to resignation.
I swear to do better next week.
I even tried to get motivated with FlyLady. You can read about that here.
Thus far, The Mister has resorted to the occasional "dad look" of disapproval.
I hate the "dad look"...it makes me feel small and worthless.
This week hasn't worked out, either.
Monday, I enjoyed the silence.
Tuesday, I was gone all day taking a tax class.
Yesterday, lots of Boy-related phone calls (a horrible day at school Tuesday), and he had an appointment in the afternoon.
It's Thursday again, and I'm at square one.
And it's Veteran's Day, so The Boy is home all day.
Have I told you that he is responsible for 99% of the mess here?
No? Good, because if I had, I'd be lying.
Today's plan? I'll try once again to slow down time and whirl around like the Tasmanian Devil, putting away all the crap we've forgotten to take care of this week.
The Boy has promised to do chores without complaint.
If that happens, I'd check your thermometers if I were you - Hell is about to freeze over.