So much to do, and all day to do it in. Mostly, though, I spend far too much time at the computer, not achieving much at all. Which is not to say that all the blogs I read are not worthy – but the cold hard truth of the matter is that my enjoyment thereof does not get me a cleaner house. And my house, dear readers, is diabolical right now – a combination of general slackness on my part in the cleaning department, and too many years of leaving stuff ’till we renovate’.
Renovation time doth approach (but not quickly enough – I will save the update of that for another post) – and meanwhile we have pretty much reached the point where we are living in chaos. CHAOS, I tell you. (Seriously, if you happened upon my house, with the door open, for instance, you’d probably assume the place had just been ransacked.)
The only positive I can milk out of it is that we are a pretty reasonable advertisement for the theory of building up immunity to dirt and germs and everything else. [*runs around touching wood*] Mostly though, I just don’t invite anyone to my house, otherwise they would see us for what we really are…
So, anyway – where was I? That’s right – procrastinating. So naturally, yesterday, other than reading blogs (and the SMH online) I even watched a couple of episodes of Torchwood on ABC iView. (Streamed video of shows that have been shown already on TV- and this month, with faster broadband (albeit not ADSL2 because our bloody exchange is not capable of it yet) – we can now watch shows. Yay! They are a little bit jerky, but better than not seeing them altogether! Of course! Because TV shows are so important when there is so much to do around here.)
Every day I swear that I am going to turn over a new leaf, and get things happening around here. And every day I get sidetracked.
What is it that I do? What is it that fills my head?
I spend a bit of time most days trying to work out the afternoon/evening logistics. What to have for dinner, in between where 3 kids have to be at what time. And whereabouts The Husband Who Plays Sport Four Nights a Week fits in to all this.
(Oh look, I’m a bit harsh – he missed his Touch game last night because he had to travel away for work. Him work, me here procrastinating. Hardly fair, really…. Well, anyway he should hopefully make it home in time to play netball with the girls tonight…)
Today, to make things more interesting than usual, I’ve got a dentist appointment at 4.30 for a reluctant Ms 16. (Getting in just in time to claim the 2009 Medicare voucher for free teenager checkup for that has been sitting on my corkboard for some months.)
But also. Ms 11 has to be at her swimming class at 5.30. And Ms 14 and Ms 16 (and Ms 14’s friend who is coming round here to work on a school project) must be dropped at Twilight netball at around 6.00. (I think! Do both have to umpire in that timeslot? I don’t know yet. It’s all so confusing!)
My brain is still working on the car shuttle logistics for all that. (Plus, note to self – call into supermarket for milk.)
Ms 11 must be picked up from her swimming class at 6.30. And then she has to pack for her school camp! She leaves at 6.30 tomorrow morning – back Friday!
Something easy for dinner perhaps? As the netballers won’t get home till after 8.00.
Back to the here and now.
I DO do stuff. I have mowed both front and back yards, and am about to put a third load of washing out.
I am rescheduling listening to the last modules for my online course till tomorrow so that I can make some sort of noticeable inroads on the cleanliness of the house today.
I am going to try not to spend too much time on the computer (although I continually prescribe myself coffee and ‘some internet time’ on a variable schedule of positive reinforcement.)
++ Edited to add later: Just made banana walnut bread. As you do, when you should be cleaning! ++
And if you think I’m sounding ever so slightly insane, it’s because, quite possibly, I am.