Procrastination Queeen! May 23, 2012Posted by lisawifemom in Random Thoughts and Observations.
Tags: Procrastination, Time management
I am the queen of procrastination. I purchased a book about overcoming procrastination and have not gotten around to reading it yet; I’d rather read something else. Every day at work I look at what’s on my desk, my to-do list, and decide most of it can be done the next day; so I chose the one I’d prefer to do rather than the one that is priority. I look at the laundry every day and think that I need to get to it, but don’t actually until I literally have no more underwear. And the list goes on and on.
I often find myself making up excuses, the most common one being that I’m too tired or not feeling well and tomorrow I’ll feel better and be up to it. The age-old excuse of “I work better under pressure” is somewhat true, I rarely let something of major importance go; I just end up rushing and going crazy to get it done last-minute. However, there are many less important things that do fall thru the cracks due to this bad habit. I know it annoys the crap out of my family and friends too.
So, do you consider yourself a procrastinator? Or if you’re a recovering procrastinator, how did you overcome it? Frankly, there’s a part of me that isn’t really interested in overcoming it, that would mean having to do all those things I really don’t want to do.
The Wall… December 14, 2011Posted by lisawifemom in Random Thoughts and Observations.
Tags: i'm toast, impending move, Stress, the wall
I’m about done, I can see the wall and although I’m trying desperately to avoid the wall, my strength has drained to the point of almost being useless in stopping me from crashing right into it.
It’s just all so much to bear and for some reason today was an especially hard day to bear it. It’s a terrible time of year to find a rental; no one is moving during the holidays, so although we need to move out by 12/30/11, we still don’t have anywhere to go.
I need to pack. I have started, and started purging, but nowhere near where I should be two weeks before we move. As grateful as I am for having a job, finally (that’s another post), I come home so exhausted every night that I can’t find the energy to do much packing. I’m sure it’s not really the job exhausting me as much as it is the stress of current life.
My poor children are showing signs of suffering. Nothing major but stuff that I can see, feel. Not only am I around MUCH less so they miss their lifestyle and me; their house looks like a tornado has gone thru it (oh, did I mention I haven’t been cleaning either); and they know about and don’t quite understand the impending move.
This is all going on during the holidays, but we have not decorated. Seems ridiculous to add the stress of unpacking, decorating, un-decorating and repacking to the already stressful job of packing and moving. However, it is making for a very festive-less Christmas for us all. I wanted to close my eyes while driving around tonight to avoid seeing one more decorated house. Of course that would not have been safe so…well you get the picture.
Anyway, this too shall pass, things happen for a reason and it’ll all work out; all things that I believe, it’s just that sometimes life and tears cloud up your vision and it’s hard to see those things.
Fine, I Will Get Older, But Does Everyone Else Have to As Well?? November 2, 2011Posted by lisawifemom in Random Thoughts and Observations.
Tags: Ageing, getting older, older
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I actually really don’t want to get older, physically anyway. Mentally I’m pretty much loving it, except for the stereotypical crap, the crap we hated hearing when we were younger, “it’s too loud,” “that skirt is too short,” “I can’t eat spicy food late at night,” etc.
However, it’s all a part of life and I’m learning to accept it. What I’m not learning to accept though is watching my loved ones around me get older. I’m having a really hard time thinking about my family members as older, and worse yet, what that means. When my mom, aunts, uncles and in-laws were 10-20 years older than me ten to twenty years ago, it was nothing, we all functioned pretty much the same. But now that I’m older, them being 10-20 years older than me is starting to look different, I see them aging just like me, and I hate it. I want them to live forever, imagining growing old without them is very painful.