I’m in a funk.
I know I’m getting lots of sleep – maybe too much.
On the way home from work, I have such grand hopes for the evening – do the dishes, sort the mail, clean up after my husband in the living room, do my filing, finish my wedding scrapbook, solve world peace.
Once I pull into the garage, my thoughts turn to dinner and cleaning up the kitchen. Inevitably once dinner is served, I head into the craft room and watch the latest episode of Masters of Reception or an old Step by Step, my secret vices.
Then I get on this computer (‘cause I haven’t been on one enough during the day at work!) and do God knows what all evening.
Before I realize it, it’s 10 p.m. and time to go to bed. Where did the evening go? I was going to be so productive, I just knew it! But then somehow, nothing got done. AGAIN.
I know that so much needs to be done, not just to keep the house up, but looking ahead to the move, to get rid of crap that we just don’t need, nor will we have room to store in the new smaller townhouse.
The key issue? I have no motivation.